The apartment is so quiet now.
In the early darkened hours I listen to the cars swish by.
The future lies scattered like the bottles on my coffee table, and much like my friend passed out on my couch, I too lay passed out on life's couch.
I thought I had a firm hold on life, as I strolled beneath trees, along avenues at sunset.
Now I realize life is as diverse as the 10 freeway and Amar Ave.
Maybe there is reason.
Perhaps up ahead like the San Gabriel Mountains that loom in the hot July