I sit in this empty hotel room, outside the sun sets, the birds fly by my window looking for refuge. The sky breaks apart with shades of blue, grey, pink and purple.
I hear the cars driving by out there, rushing home, rushing somewhere I can't see. The room is filled by the melody of my speakers, the music transferring me to a nostalgic state, daydreaming of times gone by, of memories of joy and sorrow. Simple moments forever burned in my soul, pieces of a broken soul that lay on the floor.
An empty bottle, an empty dream, the realisation of a failure that led me to this moment, the feeling that something as gone astray, the spectre of defeat haunting my mind, my thoughts my home.
Where do I stand, where am I going, who am I?
Sitting alone in this empty room, as the day closes, so do I. To start again tomorrow, onto a new path, onto a new place, behind the memory of the empty room.
