Still Life Violation.

"I don't know where I'm going
Or where this is taking me
It's okay

Half my life
I've spent on a chair
With an ordinary table
A blank page for the day

In rooms
Too many to count
Sometimes mine, oftentimes not
But, always, never finished

Killing hours
Confronting memories
That are mine
And not mine

Some call it breaking and entering
Other daily daydreams
Permanent brain damage
Vermeer's hematoma

The diagnosis is endless
For this solo circus feat
This spontaneous disobedience
This still live violation

Name it whatever
I still answer, don't I?
Whenever I, imagined or not,
Hear your voice."

-The Evolution of a Sigh