home ... sweet home...

I went once for a walk
in the rooms
of
my
childhood apartment
boxed corridor
leading to a place
where
fears and hopes
got trapped
in the highest cupboard
in my secret drawer
hidden under bed
smell of baking pastry
taste of sweet
sticky
dough
turned into
mist
blocking me from
seeing
smelling
hearing
I opened my wardrobe
still big enough
to fit me in
closed doors
dusted clothes
silence and the dark
happiness
in me