The Summer Of Nothing

Tonight, I sit on my balcony.
gazing at the trees outside of my
apartment.
This is the fourth place that
I have lived in this year.
It is unusually cool night,
the first of many to come.

I am not alone,
the jungle across the street
is more alive than ever.

I see nothing.
nothing but outlines
of things,
and places,
and people,
that will never set me free.

I see no reason to sleep tonight.
I will let the mid september wind
roll over my skin,
and put me to bed if it wants to.

I am no stranger to restlessness.
I will always remember these days
as the summer i lost to insomnia,
and depression,
and self loathing fits of rage.

I listen to the insects,
and the rodents,
and the cars on the nearby highway,
praying
that something,
or someone,
will
bring me peace.
9.14.07. 2:11am