Haiku
The Room Where Silence Learned My Name
There was a time when my life fit inside a single room. Not metaphorically—literally. A narrow room with a desk pressed against the wall, a chair that wobbled if you leaned too far back, and a window that faced another building so close it felt like the world had folded inward. I did not own much then. What I had was time that stretched strangely, like late afternoon light refusing to leave.
By LUNA EDITH10 months ago in Poets
