Shh…

Can you hear the pin drop?
Can you hear my stomach glooping with digestive juices?
Can you hear… the nothingness?

I guess not.

Alone at home.
The fan at full blast.
TV no longer had any meaning.
No shooting up people in the streets and having him snigger behind me.
The cats’ bells rung softly as they pad around the flat, bored.

Alone at night.
Melancholy seems right.
So melancholic I shall be, just for tonight.