Sometimes.
Just,
sometimes.
Darkness and music is all you need
as thoughts run aimlessly in a hurried line through your head
just let them pass
          e
    v             r
o        you            

one
     by
        one.
Feel,
       hear,
              smell,
                        taste,
    see
            
but don't try to grasp these things.
Don't try to breed
              s
           h   a
        p         e
             s
from the darkness around you
or pick meaning from the sounds that play songs
on your tired ringing ears.
Do not define your touch, taste, or smell by your broken memories
and associations.
These are not the
f           r
      a
g  m  e  
              n
    ted  
past you grasp to experience.
This is
now
and living.
This darkness,
absence of light.
This music,
m     l      d
     e    o       y.
It will all soon fade to forgotten dreams as well.