i lean out my window
light a cigarette, listening to the faint sounds
of the neighbours arguing
a gush of air
and the clouds move at an uncanny pace
i watch a stranger walk by
five floors down
and the world is illuminated
with a blur of sounds
i fill my lungs with disease
and exhale nothing
then all is still
deep inside there is a place where
everything is captive and buried
i try to release but i have forgotten
the skill
and all is still.
the clouds have died
the world is silent
the sky is silent
i am silent.
it all feels
lonely.
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