White Condo.
I live in a white condo.
White walls white ceiling white floor.
Even the abundant light is white
day or night.
High glass windows all around.
Metal structure, scarce concrete.
An empty white palace in the sky.
Minimal furniture
minimal noise inside.
It may sound empty. It’s not.
Here I share dwelling with my thoughts
my dreams, my nightmares.
There is enough room even for some friendly yet unexplained presences.
The ample rooms give us the freedom to fly indoors
to soar to the point of nearly open interstellar space
and then abruptly descend to the lowest levels
where critters and spiders roam
and up there again.
I understand that many people would find this white environment
difficult or unbearable.
Not me. No.
This light filled white immensity is my biosphere.
A biosphere not apt for the lonely at heart
nor apt for the hungry for company.
This place is a natural field for the ones like me
individuals who love to travel inside the light inside the white
no matter if we always wear black, day or night…
