some instrument

my interests take me 
outside myself 

fill me with fear 
I shape into questions 

held close to my heart 
when no one else does 

inhabiting this space 
vacated by romance 

like a storefront 
in the rust belt 

I fall to the ground 
then I want to walk 

I fall to the ground 
my eyes are silent 

I follow that sound 
that takes me home

eminating from some
instrument