Water tubes,
And electrical systems
Are subdued inside a room.
These noises merge with one's own sounds in the early morning,
Creating an ambient composition
Timed to the rhythm of one's heartbeat.
Thoughts and time vanish as one slowly falls away from self-awareness,
Gaze fixed on an insignificant point on the white wall.
Or even at the outside,
Stepping closer to the window
tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
In all directions, the mind seems to focus on all sorts and objects.
I find a place, which I remember from before - one where everything seems to be blurry.