I'm sitting amongst familiarity

but the walls are white and

my floor is no longer purple.

i see clues that you are a part of this

but i've never been very trusting and

ticket stubs mean nothing when they're not in your hands.

wine corks broken in half

remind me of mistakes

and the floating pieces look like

tiny buoys just trying to appear normal

while deep dark tidal waves take

them to meet the sky.