Another window, another house, another narrow escape.
A jewel , a necklace, another stack of priceless paper.
Silent feet;stealthy yet the heart pounds as loud as thunder;

No, he didn’t do it out of need,he merely awaited the shadows to conceal him only for the rush of adrenaline,the mere thrill of getting caught.

These thoughts rushed through his mind in hushed whispers matching with the rhythm of his pounding heart.

He would go on these escapades again,no matter the ever growing guilt buried deep in his pounding heart.

Another window,another house,another narrow escape.
A jewel, a necklace, another stack of priceless papers.

They ask emotionless questions meant to **** and pry;
I reply quickly,softly nothing more than a murmur above the voices
in my head,swirling like the wind,swift and soft.

I reply quickly because they cannot hear the earthquake in my void voice,see the tsunami in my eyes or the drought in my heart