Not my favorite picture ever but... looking down on a building in BoDo. That's Boise Downtown to all you non-boise-nite nerds! I do like it mainly due to it being a perspective of the city uncommonly looked at. You could say mostly unrepresented although invaluable in utility. #rooftopphotography #citylife #lonelybox #morninginthecity #boxinthecity #itsdamnednear2pm #younerdsbetterbeupbynow (at Boise, Idaho)
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Not my favorite picture ever but... looking down on a building in BoDo. That Boise Downtown to all you non-boise-nite nerds! I do like it mainly due to it being a pespective of the city uncommonly looked at. You say mostly unrepresented although invaluable in utility. #rooftopphotography #herelookingdownatyoukids #citylife #lonelybox #morninginthecity #boxinthecity #itsdamnednear2pm #younerdsbetterbeupbynow (at Boise, Idaho)
Footsteps chase.
He asks,
“Where are you?”
Footsteps again, uneven
Pitter-patter on a baseless ground.
He speaks,
“I’ll find you-”
As if he could play detective
And worm his way into this box,
By waving his magnifying glass
Around like a wand.
Finding time and time again the hours
Lost chasing the silence
My voice has bowed down to.
A door slams
And silence deafens the ears.
I stand from where I crouched low
And suddenly, instinct grabs me
From the backend grips of my mind. Taunting again and again,
Leading me down on a seemingly
Unfamiliar sequence.
And I trudge my tracks ‘til I realize
That I’ve been here before.
Click! I flip the switch
And the lights turn on above me.
I wait as the flickering comes to cease,
For the light to solidify,
Almost in a bold statement.
And there I stand,
In the middle of the room, with
Blank white walls that
Seem to have me boxed in,
Concaving, Dissolving
Leaving no fleeting trace of
An entrance for me to flee
Or an exit for me to avoid.
And I back away,
For if I chance upon a blatant one,
I strike out
Into an open door
Whose frame melts into a muddled,
Dimmed, then darkened void,
That has already impossibly tainted this room.
The walls surrounding remain
Eerily blank, yet the nonexistent
Damage has begun as the blaring
Fluorescent lights shoved upon this
Empty entity, much like my confinement
In this bare room, are
Scorching and embedding its judgment into my scalp
Whilst casting below me my shadow.
A shadow that will
Inevitably spread and seep into the
Cracks of the corners
Until all that was once blank
Is filthily
Contaminated.
Because I have bleached the walls
With every wrong choice,
Bleached it white with every trusted footprint
Taken outside a wrong exit.
And every burning bleaching,
Searing scars soul-deep,
Is accompanied by
These white walls that appear
Once again the darkness,
As I repeatedly stumblestumble
My navigation to the light switch.
I cannot hide-
Not in this room, no.
But I can’t find myself either.
And so he says he’ll find me
(I feel a grip around my wrist,
A tug on my arm)
And I won’t peg my hopes on him,
But if he appears before my eyes,
Glancing upon my sight,
And flicks the lights on again,
I will tell him,
“Welcome to my Lonely Box.”