preservation

i'm lying the room, which is perfectly dark. haven't left the apartment all day. guitar riffs fading to gray on my tattered headphones. light slips in now, revealing the cracks about and around the door. soon everything is silent. the sound of this nothingness is piercing, crying in my ears. the vibrations pulse, a rhythm of the apartment itself. nothing in this room exists that i need; nothing exists that needs me. everything is still. i have made my escape.