all the walls of your house
were painted in deep blue,
you're at that indecisive age to choose colors that reflect you;
and everything and nothing
is in the space between all things,
that fascinates as much as it agitates,
words turn me into what I say, as
you pull your yellow-stained fingers
through your unkept hair,
I noticed that the corners of your jeans
were folded neatly into squares.
your thoughts are the strangest place that you've ever been,
stranger even than Los Angeles;
it's like a cinema where they never ask you to leave.
Idlewild - "The Space Between All Things"
[riddled especially should download this: idlewild reminds me a bit of wintersleep]