Here I am past 5:00 a.m. and i can't fall asleep. so many factors; thoughts of space and difference. in between a bridge i've fabricated, so the distance is as it always was. i feel like a cloud that has descended onto the asphalt ground that is decorated with a looming street light. this fall is heavy, yet immeasurable. i’m not here, but here i am listening, trying to splice the silence, the past. complicated, the now is so tense. forms transform in the shadowy heat, but here i am listless, lying awake. where are you?