Tumbling down slowly, falling rain drops surround your face. The lonely street does call you, the night tempts you forward. Unaware, demons play absent mindedly in the dark alleys. Waiting for the air to meet them again, the breath of life. You stroll here and there, dreaming of simpler days, all gone now. You stand there unchanged, unaffected. I envy the brilliance of your beauty. The simplicity of the complex. I envy your ignorance, your illusions. A mind of complete confusion. Moving never forward, always back. Steps of silver concrete lead up towards the heavens. The sky full of violent blues shows the discord among the savages. Yet, you stand there, still, unmoving. Like a stone buried in a tomb far below our feet. You have been here from the beginning, you will not leave now. This is your place. Your escape. Your prison. Your paradise. You are the king of this collapsing jungle. Nothing rose before you, nothing will rise after. I envy your position. Your loveliness. You smile, nodding your head in peaceful satisfaction. The storm may come, it may destroy you, yet you smile as though you were watching the beginning of the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know. Nor do I want to guess anymore about anything that is going to happen in my life. It isn't worth all the pain of disappointment. I am a writer. I will be fine. I am done for now.