Silence.
What is wrong with basking in the silence?
What is wrong with the aloneness of nothing’s sound? Where is the error within this isolation? Within the miracle of those spaces caught between the notes, within the sweet sound of creation stuck within the cracks of what we see as destruction?
From somewhere comes a sigh. From outward poses of false realities come awkward words of truthful fantasies.
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
I question, they don’t respond.
They react.