the world is watching and hearing your labored breath, hollow sounds in the night that pull your soul apart and cause your bones to tremble, the belief that out in the dark there are things you cannot defend yourself from, cannot escape, cannot outrun, cannot understand. in a momentary lapse of logic comes the flash…

avoiding eye contact becomes priority above all, at no cost shall we stray from this principle as ancient as time itself. the space between us clouded with thick plumes of smoke like the aftermath of some great tragedy, the silence unmolested save by the hollow voices of dead heroes lamenting their fates to the wind.…

i found many things i thought were lost but none that i was looking for. yellow slips of paper with my thoughts from long ago now strewn about with other trash in a clear plastic bag, bills and letters, numbers handwritten whose meaning now lost, an empty box of condoms, a valentine, still not what…