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The Silence


Dusk settles on the land
And my curling breath fades to blue then gray 
As the sun slips beyond the horizon 
And shadows leak into the day 
 
Sometimes I welcome it
The silence is nice
It drifts in like the soft smell of rain and someone's old jacket 
Warm socks
And an autumn breeze
Just me and my thoughts at night
I reflect on the leaves
And wonder why it is they dance 
In the breeze
To make such beautiful music 
 
Sometimes the Silence settles thickly 
Until it suffocates the sky
And then my thoughts turn to oil that slip 
Right through the cracks in my skull 
And settle
Like a heavy weight in my stomach 
 
The world is bathed in cool shadow
Gray and blue and you and I
My feet slip soundlessly on the padded floor
And everything is so still 
And silent
And peaceful 
And the world can't hurt me here
Under my blanket fort 
Where the only sound is Silence
And the whir of my ceiling fan 
 
The world is bathed in shadow
Blue and gray and oil 
And the world can hurt me here
The Silence doesn't soothe the echoes
But agitates them 
Stirs them up until they ricochet against my skull 
And dusk no longer smells of Autumn and leather jackets 
And my ceiling fan is silent 
My blanket fort is just a heap of tangled fabric
Thrown off in the rush of a nightmare
 
The Silence sings in my head(invades my thoughts)
A welcome presence(A parasite )
Sometimes I think of leather jackets of tea of books and rain (of senseless chatter of smoke and a lighter of drunken laughter as dry and cold as autumn leaves)
 
And sometimes 
When the Silence neither loves nor hates me
And when I have no particular feelings for it
I feel nothing
I am in the middle of two extremes
And I'm not quite sure I like it here
Because the Silence can be loving 
But it can also be torture
And it is all that I know 
 
So please
The next time you ask me what's wrong 
Or tell me to speak up 
Consider the fact that
I am not trapped inside my head 
But taking comfort in my thoughts
And maybe waging a war against them
 
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