------------------    You are just atenant here, you say  living in and out of this life  an cheaply as you can.    I sit here in the darkness  gently  Like an old woman  Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones  doing too much  Trying to question all of this  Trying so hard to fade out  in the blackness  all of the fear  all of the tears that bring us to this.    Sometimes it is better that we sit  here in the silence  I don't look at you  and you don't seem to notice  And the reasons -  the reasonsare impossible to see converge.  They gather like dust upon a shelf.