//D E V I A N T
Tomorrow when you leave for work,
could you take me out in the sunshine with you, too?
I haven't felt the wind in my hair for about an age,
And I wonder if I remember how to whistle.
I know you didn't expect to find me here,
and to be honest, neither did I.
But I guess the unending sagacity of chronos,
Is beyond the grasp of our dishevelled paws.
I remember you once said that you avoided the things you were afraid of, darkness to be precise,
And I spent my entire time here wondering how did I build a home for myself in it.
I haven't forgotten the art of speech as of yet,
I speak to myself, tell myself stories, initiate dialogues and start shooting questions, and then silently wait for the paradoxical conversations to turn into a wonted monologue.
You always had a thing for those plain sweatshirts and white sneakers.
But your stripped blazers and pointed Oxfords chortled at me last night. And when did you start carrying a briefcase around? Weren't those supposed to be one of those corporate clichés to you?
I guess it took a toll on you when I said I'd do it better if I walked in your shoes. But in reality, that wasn't anything but mockery. I am terrified beyond comprehension just by the thought of it.
You see you've been wondering all this time about where did you lose a piece of you, except that you didn't. You lost your entire self, and created a new one out of thin air.
I've been scared of going out. The sunshine hurts on the top floor of your building, it seems the air no longer has oxygen, and you've always been afraid of heights to begin with.
So don't worry. Your secrets are safe. Nobody would ever get to know about your childhood crush and your flashlight collection. I'd be forever clinging to these walls that drip acrimony and asphyxiants.