Sanctuary

There was always room beside me; Each foul glance between streaming lights passing through the plastic blinds. I dreamt of rose bushes tapping on the window seal. There was an aching spiral of trees growing out and away. Out and away. Coming to terms with a life once lived; sat as a decomposing remains. My eyes started to tunnel and my heart beats quicker. I walked for hours through the encampment. I saw a younger me, prancing carelessly beneath a pink sky. I grew up to witness you crawl into a separate skin. We were but a tunnel of light. A tunnel that grew darker with every pulse of life. We were but a surrounding of pine that circled their sanctuary.