i am lying on the floor
i can feel the coldness of the floor on my shoulders,
i can fell it on my back, and down my legs
there is nothing between me and the floor
i can fell the room
the room feels small, but the ceiling so high i can´t see it
i can hear my breath
the room is quiet
i can´t move
i am here

i am here
i can´t move
the room is quiet
i can hear my breath
the room feels big, but the ceiling so low
i can see it
i can see the room.
there is only coldness between me and the floor.
but moisture on my chest, my stomach and my thighs
before there was darkness from the window
after there was sunlight
it dosen´t really matters
i´m still lying on the floor

- simona popovic