As twilight begins to set in, I can taste the lack of interest in the air around me.
Still it fills a void.
As planes begin to take off and my rambling turns to scoff; The humidity creeps through my window as a physical manifestation of the boring phantasm I have created, through my vapid chatting.
Still it feels a void, as I try to fill the void of silence around me.
Why now am I scared of silence?
Because silence is the microphone of the minds conscience.
I've done nothing wrong though, leave me alone.
That's a lie, in wrong things done we humans are always one.
Talking for me? Well it fills the void, and it helps me feel the void.
So, some drink, some smoke, some laugh with and at others to cover up and and make numb. However as long as we try, the souls stinging silence will always come.
I talk.
Does it fill the void?
Still it feels the void.
Still it fills a void.
As planes begin to take off and my rambling turns to scoff; The humidity creeps through my window as a physical manifestation of the boring phantasm I have created, through my vapid chatting.
Still it feels a void, as I try to fill the void of silence around me.
Why now am I scared of silence?
Because silence is the microphone of the minds conscience.
I've done nothing wrong though, leave me alone.
That's a lie, in wrong things done we humans are always one.
Talking for me? Well it fills the void, and it helps me feel the void.
So, some drink, some smoke, some laugh with and at others to cover up and and make numb. However as long as we try, the souls stinging silence will always come.
I talk.
Does it fill the void?
Still it feels the void.
