I sit here in silence
Pondering the blankness
Or rather the impossible world
The world that goes on for miles
Never to be fully seen but told
As life drowns itself out as it reaches you
The talking and chattering
The tv shows and books
They are but ripples in a pond
To hit you, another rock, to reflect another ripple.
So I sit here in the relentless reverberations
Feeling as if nothing has happened
Only to be drowned out by the ripples that cancel out
Always to wonder what is silence but the sound of too much noise
January 30, 2016
