i am in a room of blue

floor ceiling walls

all blue 

but the walls are not opaque

they act like mirrors 

and in them i see a wasted man

he stares back blankly at me

his skin torn around his eyes

his hair long and unkempt

his facial hair spotty yet overgrown

he looks at me with a smile

but then suddenly yells

hes shouting about the news

or the president or something

im not sure because i cant really hear him

you know like the way you would hear 

a mother yell at her son 

or a father shaking his head in disappointment 

he puts his hand on the wall next to me

and he urges me to place my hand on his

but im too scared

he tells me that itll be okay                                       so i did it 

and when our hands touch

we fuse by the palm

and become one 

then the walls of the blue room collapse

and my head breaks through the drywall

and i just lay down and look at the stars.