In the room of sunset,

I was sitting in my tent looking at the sky.

I stood in the room of winter,

I was watching the snow run down my face.

In the room of light,

there I was standing in between icicles that lit up.

In the room of summer,

it was as hot as the warmest day of the year.

I was stood in the room of emptiness,

staring at the blank wall wondering were I am.