Nothing to touch

Nothing to breathe in

Little to see

Nothing special to notice

and yet

the simplicity has so much beauty

sometimes little is more

and to catch an eye there needn't be anything to notice at all

the crisp white sheets

the cold winter breeze 

the musky peppery fog

that pecks our noses and our cheeks

and 

the white walls surrounding the room

that envelope the tears of the

past

present

and

future

that hide the secrets that are yet to be told 

and escape the walls of the safe haven

when?

who knows

soon?

i guess we'll just wait and see