i am, and will be gone until you call my name, over and over, until it doesn't make sense anymore.
i am an abandoned house with an unlit staircase, and screeching rats.
i am driving till i run out of gas.
polaroid dreams, and film cartridges unused, unspoken.
watches with no hands, and smiles as red as blood.
i am scratching, and reading until the sun sets,
and watching the sun glisten on this frosted windshield.
smokey lungs, and happy shouts.
childrens jackets button up and cover my pallid skin.
happy, sad, running, falling, breathing.
i am here, perhaps.
But where are you?
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