Mar 11, 2006 00:04
sit on the porch when the streets are quiet and dark. sit in a chair in an empty cafeteria. sit on your back steps. but sit alone, for godsakes. sit alone and listen to the thoughts banging around in that old head. thoughts are like cockroaches that scatter from the light, hide in dark crevices wanting only to be left alone. catch them. sit still, until you are nearly invisible, and wait for them to make their way out. you are letting yourself disappear again. don't let yourself disappear, because when this time passes by, i want you to remember.