Size Doesn't Matter- A Very Short Observation
Sara Wuillerman

Right as I sit here, thinking that life is happening exactly as I breathe it, the doorbell rings and flashes at a house miles and miles away. And it's time to go there, but there's nowhere worth going to here. Lights turn on, turn off, indicating day to a person blind to the sun. Dirty floors, popcorn scattered, bottles full with only condensation. And I wish I was home.