community life

now, when i step into the hall during a late night, it's absolutely still. there is no one stirring. empty. cold. i can feel my own heartbeat as walking down a dark hall is just crying for a chalk outline to be there in the morning.

i first noticed it last week. the dark halls. then it happened the next night and the night after. in fact, it left me groping for light switches as i made it to my 7am work shift.

it just feels strange for this to feel like home.  
¶ 4:14 AM |