Quiet stillness...

In the quiet stillness of my life, time seems to be moving so slowly that it almost feels as though it has stopped. The world outside seems to rush madly by, and I fade towards oblivion with each passing moment.

As surely as the wind blows

The living pass me by

Their noise, their messy thoughts

Their fumes and dust

Constantly moving, even while

Sitting still,

Their mouths move

And I...

I implode in silence

The unbearable barrage of the living

As they rush by

And I....

I wait for some coherent thought to come

Some tangible desire to manifest

This heart that wants nothing but a heart

This body that wants nothing but a body

This soul that wants nothing but a soul

cki July 26, 2009