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 |