the silence, the stillness, creeps along behind me as i
wander through the night. the floorboards creak in all the same places
as they always have -- a constant in a tilting world, like
the dust that collects under my nails as i slip down the stairs.
memories are blackened, photographs faded against the night;
as they dream i'm wide awake. this is where i belong, this is where
i belong. and the tug in my chest pulls me to the window, to the
glowing moon, hovering above the clouds. i press my face
against the window, searching for the filmy crepe paper stars
that sprinkle the sky. dust and too-bright lights cling
to the screen. breeze flows through and pulls me closer, sending
shivers of intimacy and longing under my skin. i turn and catch a glimpse
of my figure in the mirror; age-old tear tracks glistening silver. and the darkness seeps
under the door, winding around my wrists and pulling me back
to the land of sleep. before i close my eyes, i
start to dream.