2005-07-27 - 6:15 a.m.
(Crrrreeeeeekkkkkkk *Opens the door*)
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
My voice comes back to me, echoing off the walls of this old place. I look around and see, in the thick dust on the floor, places where my furniture used to sit.
I see the yellowed walls in the dim, gray light from a single window in the room. I go over and look out of the dirty panes of glass - out into diaryland. It's early yet and the sidewalks and streets aren't so busy. I miss it.
Somehow I thought this space would be boarded up or occupied by now, but the entire building is empty - it was mine to fill in the first place. But I always stayed within the walls of my little room, only looking out the window or hollering across to a neighbor's window or fire escape. And then I moved out.
I sit in the dust and contemplate my presence here now and wonder why I have returned. I wonder if I'll stay long.
I start to write something in the dust on the floor.
