the music stops, it is cut short in a premature manner. it didn't fade out in a beautiful way or slowly mesh into the backround of the broken night. it just stopped. like a cord being yanked from an outlet and all of the sudden the entire room is filled with dark, or maybe it was dark all along, and somebody filled it with light. the only sounds that were still resonating within the empty feelings were the soft spoken words of strangers, that bounced around in the intoxicated heads, leaving no impression but the feeling that they could have been there. the footprints left the room one by one, and no one shut the door. so i was standing there motionless in the middle of the hospital white living room. a problem in one hand, the solution my state of mind. i sat down on the floor that wasn't even mine. with stains i had no idea how they even got there, didn't know the legends or the details of every aspect of the sparsely decorated room. the breeze from outside was wafting inside through the black imposing doors as i shut my eyes and dropped my problem on the marble fireplace. my eyelids fluttered as i attempted to think. i was alone. i was in a strangers house. the door was open.
thats about as far as i got before the music started up again from the corners of the room.
a small smile cracked through the borders of my lips as i reached for my problems and got up to shut the door.