in the moonlight

i walk along the empty corridors when the moon shines on the other side of the window. the sound of my thoughts is the only thing i hear for hours. my mind keeps drifting to places i don't want to go. i keep conversations with myself to avoid losing control. i can't lose the ability to communicate altogether. not that anyone is on the receiving end of most of my words. it's just that you never know when the next fox comes along in the road ahead. and the moon keeps looking at me with its inquiring eyes. forcing me to pick up the pen and paper and sing songs of praise for its ghostly glow. scribbling franticly in the moonlight. always in the moonlight...