.room.no.4.

“At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realized it was because there were no windows.”

Sylvia Plath | The Bell Jar

w.t.

some nights i think about you and just miss you
the random walks in the corridor at midnight
the quiet moments before a delivery arrives
the very few afternoons at the rooftop
the squeals of pedicab breaks
the fm radio all day all night
the no-curfew rule
the white wall
the peace
kasino