outside the beige walls with no window, are daydreams swimming in a haze of distant memories. you start to remember all the places you’ve been aside from the one you’re stuck at the moment. the brush of wind to your face, the warmth of the sun dancing on your shoulders, the afforded freedom to wear flip flops and feel the sand stuck between your toes- wasting time because you can.
but in actuality, there’s a traffic jam outside that beige wall with no window. and lost opportunities. and broken hearts, shattered dreams, lonely squirrels, and a couple of bored ninjas. what’s funny is that they may secretly want the shelter of the windowless beige wall.. boy, ain’t the grass green?
what i’d give, for the catnaps of LMU days long gone by.