There is nothing like feeling the night air shudder around me, listening to the wind eavesdopping to the moon. I wonder what they are thinking, what is said behind the suns back, behind drawn curtains where shadows without faces play.

There is nothing but darkness, in me, around me, through me. I want to sleep, but in this state of drifting, am I not already asleep? Reactions of heart and mind slowed down to the dizzying daylight, that I am already unconcious? Sleeping with my eyes open, sleeping while walking from one empty life to the next, never speaking, never a word to pass from my lips until i am spoken to. Never affirming, or denying nothing.

a blank canvas that walks

a blank canvas with holes in its sides

i do not know what to see with me eyes open

so shall i keep them closed?