serefina

The dirty white walls and the gritty brown tiled floor make me sad. The creamy yellow square painted so randomly on the wall behind the mirror confuses me. The flourescent light shining too brightly through the cheap paper lantern shade with the tangled beaded strings hanging to the side irritate me.
Theirs pants thrown over the fan in the corner. A tin foil rose sticks out from behind the chamsa on the wall above her bed and the feeling of a being so virgin to life hits me hard everytime she utters a word.
To my right is the stain He left on these sheets, a reminder I'd rather not have, in this moment especially.
The air is so empty and I feel nothing at this moment. I don't want to feel nothing, I want to feel more then just this feeling of want.