keyhole perspective...door_ajar...

Insecure door; ajar
A naked view…

First glance:
Ebony Hendrix
in morbid silence
pasted in blue
A half spent
Burnt chestnut, glowing ember
ivory joint
The smoke evading
His somber eyes
He lies plastered
On the entrance
To his haven…

Second glance:
Hendrix on his open door
Beckoning
Inviting
Try to look further
The room darkens
A silhouette occasionally appears…

A closer look:
An open door
An easy access, u might think
A Delusion
A smooth entry to the room
But not to his space…
…his soul
He, a closed quintessence
Charming to the real world
A mockery in essence, on the sane…

An opaque canvas:
The room turned towards the inside
It grew smaller
Plastered Hendrix smiled a mock smile
Air smelled pungent
Faded orange lights grew dimmer
They crowded my mind again
In the distance
He was oblivious
I was’nt scared
I was just tired

one light on...
one room...