I'm too warm in this
small, stuffy room
So I open the window
And allow the night to leak in
and after a few seconds,
I am too cold.
Too warm,
then too cold...
why does it always have to be so
extreme?
A train roars just a couple of mil es away
And the tracks rattle.
Somewhere, a blade of grass bends under
the persistant wind.
Low voices mumbling monotonously upstairs
the television endlessly streaming incoherent noise into my mind
Cars start outside
People going places
I don't know where, because
I don't know them.
My cell phone buzzes
(technology always follows me)
and I follow right along.
I follow all the basic rules of being
a basic teenager
Pretend not to have these un-normal thoughts
I'm pretty sure other kids my age
don't sit in bed listening to silence
and breathing in the spring breeze.
It is night,
a time when I don't have to take heed all the
"shoulds" and "should nots".
I can just listen to nothing at all
and rejoice when I hear something.
Somewhere, a leaf falls.