|soft. silent. the hours drop like leaves. the forest is as quiet as the street outside is now. as quiet as my life has been for so long now. memory drifts and slowly crawls the floors. dreams clot and stain my pillow. i remember nothing. it is all i have left. the last eyes wide open defense against the obvious. the oblivious stares back at me from my mirror. i smile but he doesnt smile back.
somewhere in the great behind, i hear a song playing. i think its the buzzcocks, but im not sure. its so far away now. the signals light years away and fleeting faster still. i close my eyes and take another drag off my cigarette and i see a little boy. he is excited. its halloween and he cant wait to get into his costume and meet his friends. trick or treat.
i dont remember which was in my bag that night or the thousands of nights that have fallen since. all i have left is now. and i no longer think thats enough. static falls outside my drawn blinds like snow. its cold outside. but its even colder in here. and i think, just in case...just in case...