Heavy eyelids and demonic hallucinations,
drifting away into nothing.
Going, going...gone.

The drowning sound of static awakens me just before dawn.
I do not move.
I am enjoying the darkness, I am enjoying the silence.

Moments pass.
The night is dead, the sun has risen.
Caffeinated thoughts and synthetic yawns.

Time is ticking.
Growing older with mindless bodies in a concrete box.
Same time, same place, same feeling.

The seasons change.
Unfortunately I cannot embrace spring's blooming flowers.
I cannot feel the comfort of summer's warm touch, nor can I appreciate the beauty of autumn and it's colors.

The snowflakes will fall,
I will stay standing.

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