When It’s Tangible
July 14th, 2009
When each light I turn off on my way out becomes a hiding place for people who weren’t there before…
When I frantically lock the door behind me though I’m the last person there…
When I startle at each sound the silence makes…
When the fluttering of moths around the street light becomes shadows on the ground…
When I sit out in the open just to see everything around me…
When the music isn’t loud enough to drown out the things that aren’t…
When my Mp3 player becomes my only protection, a weapon against the quandaries of my mind…
…what am I afraid of?
