Dreams and desires float through the air. Tinted voices color the aspects of all that can be offered, but I close the shade and but on Diana Krall. It?s only for the moment, and then it will be Liz Phair and after that perhaps Wagner. The choices change like dirty t-shirts in the desert heat and the office ashtray underneath a picture of Jesus.
When the room is dark and the music plays, humanity disappears and all that remains are thoughts that burn up just as quickly as third world cigarettes. Empty spaces breathe easy when there are no shoes under the bed that belong to someone else. So why does the music lack the meaning it once had? Does it matter, and really, did it ever have meaning or was it an emotional rescue?
None of these things have significance when eyes are closed and the past drips off the counter, staining an old carpet that should have been changed years ago. But I won?t be here long enough to complain. A north wind blows and everything is thrown in a bag for another run to no where. The space that lives between the moments is where the road resides. Once upon the holy tar of white and yellow stripes, you can feel the world peeking in. It wants to know, wanting to experience, but the cage of stability renders those outside to the sad and lonely state of hapless spectator.
Luckless pedestrians scramble and divide, just like the highway, just like my life. It folds upon itself and vanishes into a point that expands into endless years of wandering. Strangers make the best confessors. They have nothing to gain, no edge to sharpen and wield like a nameless boogie man of childhood nightmares. Maybe strangers feel honored or perhaps only bored, but my soul lightens with every word and key stroke. It sheds light on something that prefers the dark. What is the speed of darkness? I pull back the shades and the light makes darkness disappear.
Even a gray sky has light; an affair of degrees, just like my life without shoes under the bed. I stepped out of the shower and checked to make sure I?d packed my few belongings. I had enough money and smokes for the trip. I glanced one more time under the bed. In a final moment of uncertainty, it dawned on me I still missed her blue bunny slippers and red stiletto heels. The key was left on the counter and the stairway echoed with my footsteps. What time is it? What day is it? Ah, such foolish questions, a hollow laugh and then I was gone.
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