Thirty Paper Lanterns

Thirty paper lanterns.
Brilliant surrounding.
Peaceful empty chairs.

Me and the creatures of the night
On our search for silence,
Placid chilling breeze.
Search the night for it in the void.
Rocking back in a stiff chair lean.
There is nothing for me here, nothing.
The ash on the end of my cigarette falls
                              ever so slowly
To its destination on my pant leg.

I sit.
Amazed by my detachment.
Rooms above the forest floor fill with weary eyed drunkards.
Casual jukebox mouths take their toll
                               in silence.

I stare.
The carousel has stopped.
It is overwhelming.
It could be worse.
The operator is nowhere to be found.
                       Why am I so alone?
Detachment as follows.
I've spent too long in the dark.
The light scares me.
People. They scare.
It could be worse.

Empty chairs sit uniformly patterned, pre-arranged.
There were humans here once. Humans.
If you want to call them by that name.
The silence is relaxing, no more loud voice games.
No more cover laughter.
Why am i such a cynic?
This terrible record spins unattended...
to a stop.