Still in This Room

I have a life full of empty space under the bed and a closet without dresses, worn out and made beautiful by time, that belong there

My forks shine silver and new as if they're competing with the blaze of my •uorescent lamps And only a single stain decorates my walls I don't even remember whether it's co•ee or tea

I know what Occam's razor is, but nothing about what matters My life lacks a world where colours merge into light Blue and red are only purple to those who walk with their eyes closed

I want to build a new world, the borders of which don't end at the corners of my apartment Which ignores work calls and leaves the bills unpaid

I want to learn to tell myself ‘I love you’ in the language of Afrikaans by u/nuhanala