the night falls,
drops down fast,
like a curtain closing a scene.
like a switch,
the headlights flood,
beaming lights on the road.
it's dark, calm.
around the corner,
the shadows flicker,
everything in slow motion.
an old silent film,
it's foreign without language,
unrecognizable without sound.
i never understand.
if there's a light on,
it doesn't belong to me.
outlines of people's lives,
as they laugh, cry.
a soap opera for the depraved.
but the show never ends,
as long as the shadows move.
in the forest all is still.
except for the crunching,
snow underneath my feet.
you can hear yourself
breathing, thinking, living.
there's nothing to distract,
nothing to ease your mind.
sound is all we have,
in the night when all is done.
i need the cars, the movement,
just to feel like i'm living.
there can be no sleep,
without noise in the city.
to remind us we are not alone.
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