The lights in the attic
burned out long ago,
and the wind,
who loves to be heard
against the windows,
has decided to give it a rest.
I am sitting alone,
listening to the blades
of the fan in revolution.
I am quite lonely,
but at least I am alone.
Its almost 4am,
and I refuse to rest.
I am greatful that i can
stare into the blackness
with all my might
and come up with nothing at all.
Sometimes your cancer gives you a break,
and what you do with the down time
is up to you, and only you.
sometimes,
there is absolutly nothing on your mind
at all,
and life just doesnt
get any better
than this.
5/31/07
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