in silence i seek answers, for questions unformed.
is it any wonder, that silence is all i get ?
as i traverse through the inroads, of my rambling mind.
noises . . . noises everywhere . . . it comforts,
voices from forgotten past . . . explodes.
what am i trying to find ?
there i see a door that i avoid, door that holds all the answers i seek.
yet always am afraid to reach, to open . . . afraid to find.
what if there is nothing but a teeming void ?
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