in my dim lit room... hot coffee... a small ashtray and a bottle of water... holding my breath in..... .. .... WOW....... it feels fresh... can't really see the difference right now... my door is locked... my sounds are low... hearing the passby's... ignoring the kids playing outside... with laughter and joy they fill the place, yet i am in fear... thinking where i stand and how to move on... counting my gems and dividing my stones.one drops down and there i see... i see th floor that holds me up... just to discover i am not even standing up... my knees are red, my pockets are full...collecting stones is what i do... precious ones that loo