Space

Sometimes I live in the abandon, the vacuum that happens when all other life is pulled from a room, a conscientious soul extinguishes the light and I am all that is left, sitting on the dark carpet with near-invisible smiles and anarchy signs drawn in the fibers, peacefully awaiting the approach of the dogs that were once wolves circling in the shadows just beyond the recognizable.  The abandon is a respite and a curse at the same time, because nobody seems willing to share my solitude.  All paths lead away from me.