A crack in the four walls of my cage
Where the sunlight bestows the sight of the newly dewed rooftops
Towers trailing around my seat
An aura of untouched words and portals
To heavens of beauty unsightly
Blank beige walls of scratch and dust
Erasing illusions of unconquerable ticking clocks
Piles of crumpled paper soaked in ink
Burning with the cracking stones
Of misfitted thoughts and places and people
A lavender door recoated and old
A key to conversations and breakfasts cold
A dream of open spaces and unfamiliar faces
Shuffling, howling, and fading like moonsoon storms
Where I wander lost against moment conversations
The entire world as it is shifted and walled
By the cravings in my temporary typing seats
For this ebook prompt:
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Of course, I would wish for a mansion of books with comfortable seats, many tables, and a big window to see the shifting tapestry of the sky. Also a great garden where the breath of flowers refresh my mind as I read and write.
However, I just decided to go with realism: the perfect place is any place where you can comfortably read and write.