I walked the streets alone. It was a day of emptiness emptying itself right through me. A double blade cutting through my hands that cover and wipe my stained eyes. I was a faceless soul with an untraced map walking on air-borne steps that cut the streets. Sometimes i want to drown in this silence, a floating symbol of death within easy grasp. yet my silence was that of a shattered glass. I picked up the pieces of sudden peace one by one - and they wound me, afraid to let go of my pain.