ANYTHING

A room breathes when no one is watching
Light floats across a wall like a slow-moving fish
and for a moment the air feels thicker
as if it remembers something

A black square sits in the corner
not just a square
but a thought that got stuck halfway
between this world and another

Surfaces hold secrets
a crack in the paint is not a crack
it is a map leading somewhere you cannot go
the floor hums gently as if whispering to itself

Objects are alive in ways we do not understand
a chair drifts in its own dream
a patch of green waits for rain that will never come
Everything is quiet
but nothing is still