In the midst of manic mind mess, I hang still, suspended in a formation that’s womb like to the appearance. Voices surround me; some have an intensity so fierce that the rippling sound waves sway at my feet. I am light in darkness, serenity in chaos. The vice like grip of poison society keeps here within myself, away from broken people, broken you. All around young souls, old souls, poor souls. Streets lined with drunk men, houses named for debauchery, stolen girls in the night, stolen dreams… like flashbacks they play on constant loop in my minds eye and I cradle my legs into my self, becoming smaller, quieter, more absent from everything I cannot trust. Inebriation leads lost boys far from home; it’s all or nothing to the wind, gone but there, the same but worlds apart, your mind, my eyes. Our death note rings clear in grey skies, teetering on cliffs edge we all hold hands, teasing the hungry sea below. Until we fall……………….