shehara and i sat in the hallway in front of the elevator
and drew the most amazing thing anybody has ever seen.
i think we were both in a terrible mood
and were drowsy and tired but our eyes won't stay closed.
why is it that in this big city, i feel like i'm the only one awake now?
it's so quiet here.
this must be the silence embedded in novels that have lasted centuries,
the silence that keeps people calm. calm like before a storm
calm like a whale's song.
i want to feel this in my sleep.
i never want to turn the lights back on.
i want to grow old to the glow of my computer screen,
but i know the sun will beat me to that.
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