Senseless

...and my heart continues to beat, a perfect machine inside a colony of independently living, breathing, reproducing cells. The blood it pumps sometimes feels as if it were scraping out the insides of my veins. No clogged arteries here.

...and I continue to breathe the heavy air. The smell of sweat and flesh, the scent of the breath of others reaching my nostrils in nearly visible green contrails, wafting up and into me.

...and the air feels cold on my skin. I pull the blanket tighter around me, my only sheild from the cold that awaits the unsuspecting, those foolish enough to venture outside the safety of their homes. I am ready for it. Alone, waiting to face the spectre of winter.

...and the buzz of the flourescent lighting massages my ears like a jackhammer. The sounds of night reach me in a chorus so beautiful as to bring tears to the eye. I long for the peace that comes with silence. Solitude.