red and blue lights stream down from the lifeless black ceiling.
the mumble and grumble of people
actually enjoying a conversation with one another?
i can't remember the last time (if ever)
that i've related to this crowd.
i'll sit next to you because well i need to sit somewhere.
i'll talk to you because well we're both stuck here for awhile.
shh we gotta keep it down, but really i'm just tired.
i'll get to know you
go through the routine,
the weather. astrology. favorites. books and tunes.
i dont fantasize either way.
i dont dream of the back of your head.
i dont dream of shooting you dead.
i dont.
i wont.