changing spaces

an hoang via ☂

i’ve now called 10 places home in my 20 years on this planet. so an’s work really captures something of my memories of spaces. sometimes it’s a time of day or a texture that reminds me of a specific one. but most often i see my room in all its different forms blended together. the same furniture, same colour green that i would try to put on everything, same lightness, but holding such different meanings. 

the place where i would kneel down and pray. where i stayed up past my bedtime reading under the covers with a torch. where i almost set my bed on fire. where i created different worlds in my closet. where i waited for him to call every night. where i would escape the heat of the schoolday. where i studied so long and hard, my back moulded to the desk chair. where we lay for hours thinking quietly to ourselves. where i panicked at 3am that i would never get it finished in time. not perfectly anyway. where the windows glowed outside mine (which i could never open alone). where i fell asleep in the sunshine and woke up alone in a sea of covers that were always too big for one.