Still nights
dark windows paled by calm liquid moonlight
hold still the air
as all things stand in silence
stiff and intense, as the windows hold me in their gaze
yes, I remember now, I exist
why? who cares that I stand here alone
alone...
the seasons turn while I dream
liquid thoughts in mercurial patterns
like this... the very air seems to vibrate
like pins it pushes me
I exist... somehow... who cares... I think I stopped.
I want to cry but my body refuses
I want to laugh
Insane, like an unwise madman
with unseeing eyes and a silent heart
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