it’s the silence
Everything you see is still
Everything you don’t begins to move
inward
cyclical
rapidly
everything starts to become part of you until there’s no room left
and then some
it’s the silence
that makes my ears ring
allowing my thoughts to arise
all of them
the silence is a virus
when alone
without accompaniment of birds and trees
just a bed and wallls
a box
like a brain
absent of nutrients
dry
walls
it’s the moments we return too
our boxes
of mind
in body
but without
it’s this silence
tells me I’m crazy
it’s that silence
that does me in
WritingbyJordan 