An animal ferocity embraced my imagination as it passed my midnight window.

The serial laughter and morose clapping of hands intrigued my

Moments

Before the flapping gates of dreams closed for the night.

It struck me odd to hear, to be witness to the joyous sound

So obviously troubled by some darkness.

It carried doubt and dreams with no intent of accomplishment

And settled with a sense of acceptance.

I drifted off to those thoughts.

They pierced my sleeping cinema and draped across the plot therein,

And pushed my adventures into the realm of anxious waiting.

It seems I waited all night for the voice to come again,

And I awoke to a monstrous grin.

I spent the day in an empty house.

The bricks whispered,

And I listened with intent.

I saw a person, just one.

He told me of the outside world

And what I had missed.

I found myself in books and stories

Of other men.

The kind that talk wisdom.

I focused on the way I waited

For something to happen,

For those walls to open up.