I walked upstairs. the wooden floor boards screeched. My knees were scratched from the cobblestone roads I ventured in my dreams. The same unforgiving feeling crept into my soul and inhibited my body, I could feel it brewing deep within myself slowly spreading towards my finger tips. Almost tangible but not at all, like a thought that got lost between your brain and mouth, yet it still lingers in the twinkle of your eyes. Helpless and angry but most of all alone, no one to blame but your own stupidity. Tonight when I came home there was no one, no one was waiting for me in the door way. The bedroom looks somehow colder. A mute blue room. Tonight when I came home the walls heard my frustrated sighs. They will keep them for all eternity. Tonight I'll open the windows and let the summer breeze explore the dark corridors, I'll play our song and close my eyes. I'll light up my cigarette and lie on the unmade bed. My tired eyes will see the smoke morph into visions of us dancing, laughing, obnoxiously singing for all the neighbors to hear. However for now I think I'll just sit on the top step of the wooden staircase and wait. For tonight the moon had changed and maybe so did your decision.