in times of silence,
i find times that i look for sounds,
noise that will help mask away
the chilly and empty sadness.
in times of chaotic noise,
when words hurt and irritate me,
i run away to silence,
to quiet my troubled heart and soul.
and there are times of silence,
to which its quietness i keep,
knowing i want to vanish from this world,
yet holding firmly the string so that i wont fly away.
i close my eyes.
i breathe deeply.
please stop worrying, my dear.
there is no need to cry.
i want to stay still,
yet the world makes sounds,
and there's nothing i can do about that.
Sighing, and turning to face the window.
Looking out to the gray gloomy sky.
Rain flowing like tears of heavy sadness,
Releasing it to a world in need of dire loving.