another sunset bleeds up my chest. I am blinded as the dying daylight catches fire against my face. cool wind dusts my body; another night is breathing softly against me and pushing the hands further around the clock. the window panes glow with my reflection like a television set turned on against the darkness. somewhere in this empty apartment coffee drips echoing like rain in a gutter its dark scent filling this empty space with the smells and sounds of an unused unwanted home.