Bri Barte - Background Noise

Wood floor is going the wrong way
Eyes follow it to the room to my right
That room is dark. This room is light
I'm seated, slouching, sucked into distraction
Ivy crawls to cover the outside world
It's seven forty-three but it really could be any time

Wood floor is going the wrong way
Warm light above glows and spreads
Shadows formed from artificial light
They fall a little down, a little to the right
Shadows are long-light doesn't reach there
I fiddle with my ring I fiddle with my hair

Wood floor is going the wrong way
Cicadas ringing through the walls
My belongings to my left (To my left)
Sitting in silence (Sitting in silence sitting in silence)
Nothing unfamiliar it almost feels like home
I notice my blinking over the show before me
It's all just background noise, really

Written by:
Brianna Bartelt

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