there is a quiet room that no one goes in

striped naked vulnerable for the world to see

imperfect paint that looks distant worn out carpets with endless stories they say some one died here once

i think it's symbolic more likely a story of how slowly love has died

we swore we saw the curtain move once as we sat outside trying our best to forget the world lost in the laughter of early love and maybe we escaped for a brief moment

or maybe we knew in that instant eventually we too would be vulnerable naked for the world judged where something died once just like that quiet room that no one went in