how could something so familiar be so unrecongnisable?
the bustle of human life and spirit has evaporated.
the corridors are empty, limp, dead.
i can hear the leaves scratching across the tarmac.
i can see the world around me in light and freshness.
i can breathe the air that noone else has touched.
noticing little things;
the shine on a window
a drawing on the wall
things that faded into the background

i lay on the grass bank
i can hear myself think
rolling things over, thinking them through
picking daisies from the roots and plucking the petals
totally serene
totally alone.

as im sitting at the bottom of the stairs
i look up
half expecting to see michael lounging on the window sill
as always
calling me up to him and my friends

but there's nobody...


it doesn't feel right
i need the world around me
in a college of over a thousand busy students
im the only one there