Phone Face Down MODERN U, ARTEM RAA

Curtains breathe
In and out
Dust in the slow
Golden drift
Drink on the table
Still warm, face down
Out of reach
I'm just here
Doing nothing
Letting all the edges
Fade and blur
Soft green afternoons
Drifting through the room
And I remember how to breathe again

Window wide
On the floor
Things on the wall
Then they fade
Coffee rings and little plans
Left behind
In the quiet street noise
Sifts through like a dream
And I let the city pass me by
I'm just here
Doing nothing
Letting all the edges
Fade and blur
Soft green afternoons
Drifting through the room
And I remember how to breathe again