A lonely life in a single room

A monologue of thoughts,
Four walls of comfort.
Oh! Thank heavens for at least the walls have ears,
The room - a cave, The room - a stage.
Personification - a skill learnt.
What a strange lively relation with all the non-living artefacts,
A floor that catches tears on some days,
and on other days just waltzes along happy tunes.
One delicate membrane of a door.
One reality check.

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