10 to 5am.
Quiet time my time,
the world is asleep an my minds racing.
Sun will soon be rising in my eyes. 

Ghosts are every where like shadows at the edge of my vision.

I can't stay still here everything calls to me.

Every sound,
image and thought
breaking down pieces of myself.

They are all here
all my ghosts, skeletons, tresspasses
all like fallen soldiers waiting for a final word,
a tender moment to bid a true goodbye.

I don't want them to go
do I?

I won't handle the solitude,
the vacuum of my own existence.

Smile,
nod,
shake,
move,
jump,
scream,
fall to pieces,
find a template and run.

Run for life,
for sanity,
for health,
pleasure pain commitment.

None match,
none convey,
my why,
the truth that it is
and will be irrelevent.

my parading is for naught.

But this is for me not them,

no concepts just existence