sweater weather

I opened the door to put up the Easter gel clings, 

and was greeted by my childhood.

Children were playing outside, running

across the lawns on the bright

spring evening.

The silence of 11 pm 

combined with the clicking of my keyboard, 

rushed typing, like i 

have somewhere to be. 

fingers lightly tapping across 

the keys when 

The black and white tapestry on my ceiling

paints a subtle reflection

of the personality of my bedroom,

holding the insufferable weight

of millions and millions of stars,

some bright, some dull,