just as leafless trees are the nerve endings of the earth and streets are like paved veins. we walk down like blood cells. fold. all the scraps of paper folded in my pocket. writings, just words that do nothing anymore. vague and mistaken by all. i am left in this room with only thought. i lay on the floor and stare into the ceiling. into infinity. i dream of years from now. years which were never promised to me. i don't see anyone i know through the storm and chaos. the eye is always so calm. a year before i would have fallen apart. but not today. not anymore.