I fall into these cracks in the sidewalk where it feels as if everyone has turned and walked slowly away into obscurity and I'm left pondering the night sky wondering if the stars will ever know my name again.
My footsteps no longer leave an imprint or a sound. Barefoot or booted, no matter, no diff.
I see the mindless chatter of others drawn in to small, tight, shallow world's where they play penny ante and plot their own fate, to engrossed to notice that I watch and can see.
I haven't faded away. It only feels like it.
No open hands, wide arms, listening ears, engagement of any sort. I'm left alone with my thoughts...at least they like me and we can agree on things.
Nothing strikes me. No flourishing passions, just the senseless drone of the agony, the boredom, of everyday life, except I'm obtuse, unnoticeable, as if they see right through me, around and over me. Weightless without density.
All is still and black; it is night...it is all nigh
