grey smoke

through the hallway up the stairs up the stairs through the hallway the spent follows me it comes with me wherever i go i welcome it my aura my aura breathe it in let it out and i breathe or am i how do i feel i don't remember how do i move i don't remember and i move towards the door almost effortlessly i make it look natural and why shouldn't i and i move towards the door and open the door and i feel the arthroscuttle as i push the door open as the thin light behind me rushes in only to die pathetically as slightly as it lived as i close the door behind me as quickly as i opened it i feel the arthroscuttle i feel it i hear it and in the thinnest of lights i swear i could see it too as it could feel my presence my aura as it chokes upon the spent as it struggles to scurry away from my aura my aura my aura i place myself down almost immediately looking like i'd been here for hours the jazz the jazz it plays silently unheard an eerie silence i can hear it i can hear the jazz the spent hears the jazz my aura spreading out into its openness as grey smoke veering from me out over the pond i gaze over out into the woods behind me my aura fills the air