Seen from corner
The room, where I have my own rules,
Are filled with things I like.
Waking up at 10 in the morning
The days begins feeding the cat.
Nestling back into the bed,
For hours I search for the funny photo clips and stories of my favourite celebrities
After the first meal of the day
The fashion show of mine begins.
I look at myself in the mirror,
I comb my hair, trimming the fringes
I don’t like wearing make-ups but I have to wear lipstick
That matches with the clothes
And I talk to myself
“I can’t go out but I like myself wearing the pretty clothes.”
Reading books, drinking coffee with my favourite clothes on
I suddenly notice that the night draws in
And I peep out at the street through the curtain
The evening begins with feeding the cat
And I eat, do washing up and laundry.
I dance the funny to the music video and mimic the lines from the dramas.
At night I change into night gown and play games on my bed.
Purr, purr
I play with the cat, brushing and feeding him with snacks.
Then I look up at the clock.
All of a sudden, a sense of guilt is surrounding me.
Messages and emails I haven’t replied,
Are stacking up on my phone.
The invitations to the society, are dragging my heart into the abyss.
I am not certain how long this life will continue
But it gives me satisfaction and uneasiness at the same time.
“I am alive. I am alive in this small room.
I do not go out but I am breathing.”
In this very space
With no one, no sound, no change
I, only with the cat,
Am alive like a zombie.





