Falling asleep

No where to go, door and window closed, lost in thoughts that see through white walls and past empty streets and peer into an empty sky lit only by the glimmer of stars and a dull crescant moon.The faint glow guides thoughts onward, a heart beats as they surge forward, past idle cars and empty buildings reaching for the sky only to fall short, over rivers and past parks where people once spent their lively days rejoicing in the company of others, but now lie empty. Reaching, grasping, racing against what time only knows, frantic thoughts grasp for solidity in anything, only anything slips through like sand, tumbling into an empty oblivioin. Desperate, thoughts submerge into empty oblivion, and there find solace.