House (by Timur Piskiner)

I have been spending time in my house
exploring the depth of my rooms.
The light flickers and when it dims
it leaves my mind in darkness.

Everyday I am learning something new about myself.
Apparently I like sushi.
I'm a fast reader.
I like to listen to Chopin and write poems.
The TV remote has curves on it.
My desk is divided into 3 geometric shapes.
I can live in this house.

I am a house.
My consciousness is like a candle in the wind.
Everything else lies in the shadows
But they are there.
I am this candle flickering,
I am the hallway's shadows,
this empty room.