No(one)thing
I stand alone in this long, dark hallway.
ALERT
I hear the wind escaping the air conditioner.
I see the bricks, heavy and empty.
I smell the dirt from the soles of shoes,
left there by the many people who stood before me.
It almost seems as if there is security in my stance.
Nothing can touch me.
Nothing can hurt me.
My thoughts are an array of stolen moments
repeating over and over
almost as if they’re being displayed on a huge screen
for the world to see.
My thoughts surround me,
they keep me company.
Yet, I stand alone as if,
no one can touch me
no one can hurt me
no one can love me.
