Inspection

mind ramblings

 

My body is melted

Against the fabric,

Into the cushions

Sit on me,

I am a couch.

 

Every particle,

Floating dust..

The wind,

Walk through me,

I am air.

 

My mind is jumbled

My head is clear

I am an empty shell,

Pick me up,

Turn me over.

Reviews

[Benjamin]

I love it, I feel like a couch and like air. I just want one more line at the end...

Pick me up,
Turn me over,
Put me to your ear
and listen.