Laying in this coffin of a bed I notice the moving shadows on my bedroom walls.
Alive as the night the windows reveal the moving life that exists beyond these corridors.
I lay dead in this bed. Free of friendly fires.
I feel relieved that even if just for this evening I make my grave and gaze over these glorious shadows.
The ominous shadows.
Filled with distant light.
I follow them until their disappearance.
All through this night.
Like me they move quick and reside into space.
