Senseless

We watch the moon
Two of us
Eyes ahead
We think

The crowd bustles below.
They whistle, they call out, they wink and they cheer my name,
they tell you, you are great, you are amazing,
you are happy,
but I am not.
I shake my head.
No I am not.

I turn to the other,
but there is no other.
I see blank.
Words fail to run from the river of ice,
from the open gap,
people fade into shadows,
ghosts of past glories , vampires of existence.

This is madness, I say.
There are people out there.
These are people, not monsters,
not leeches,
not creatures hanging on because they need your life.

Or are they?
I turn back, among the calls,
among the breathing,
among the words and minds of infinity,
I turn and see with new eyes,
what this is.
Grey.
Bleak.
Shadow.
Pain.
Unclear.
Madness.

I turn to the other, and see why
there is none.
The other has been nothing
nothing
no one
but me.

This is madness.
Madness.
Mad.

THIS

IS

SPARRRTAAAAAA!!!!!!!!


And all this has been crap. Thank you, everyone.