disposable architecture

THOSE HANDS ON THAT ROUGH SURFACE, FEELING ITS COLOURS AND TASTING IT.

THEY HAD A RELATION, UNNAMED, TOLD UNTOLD.

THEY TALKED TO EACH OTHER, STORIES NEVER SHARED

LIKE CINEMA, SKINS MET AND RUSTLED, STORIES DISCOVERED,
OF OLD......

BUT ITS JUST A PRAIRIE I THOUGHT. JUST SOME FURNITURES.

BUT NOW THOSE HANDS DON'T RUSTLE, IT SEEMS I AM SCARED.
OF THE LOYALTY OF THAT FURNITURE.
.
SO MANY IMAGINED, STARING ME AT EACH CORNER,

LOWERED THE EYES AND WALKED AROUND,

ITS PAINFULL TO SEE SO LOYAL LIVING IMAGINED REAL SO MANY FURNITURES