it is the 20th at 11:23PM. the night is distilled into a single pitch black cell. the hush sound of a may evening is accompanied by the syncopation of nature's quiet symphony. i wait anxious in the apartment across the hall from the Haberdasher family--the vagrant cabal lead by matriarchal alcoholic and a qualmish husband. its been 5 years since i remembered how to be alive and now im just running from myself all the while trying to save what is left of me. Ayn once told me the both of us are always a note away from the great unknown, then i wasnt so sure as she is now. she says she cannot sleep away from home. i cant sleep at all these days. but thats ok i suppose. when i finally crash i sleep for days. damn the weather man on such a day.