twenty-nine

on these nights of nothingness
when i am stuck in all of my own emptiness
i hide away in this room
and take pictures.

sometimes i try and see my things
in new ways
because i wish they could become
some other world
to take me far away
from here

and i turn up my music
and i fall into some novel
turning pages and mind until
the book is set aside
the light clicks off
i drift into dreams
wishing away the evening

i think of all of those
who are very far away from me
that could fill my days and myself
and if they came home
maybe i wouldn't feel like such a stranger
in my own room
and if they were here
i wouldn't care whether or not you called