seated somewhere dark
resting my cheek against the cold wall
surrounded by my thoughts
breathing in a rusty dusty old book scent
I savour the silence
and just when some thoughts get loud
and begin to bounce back echoes from the walls of my confusion
I burst into song. I softly hum
just to deafen the ears of my heart.
I twist and turn,
lie on the untrodden floor
my feet up against the wall
a little ray of light from the ventilation
I feel my lips twitch with a smile.
I stay a while
Free to realise my importance and insignificance