855. Untitled - September 12, 2014
Sometimes the silence is a reminder
of the vessel of time
that fills gradually --
whether with memories
or naught at all.
Like a breath held too long,
the reluctant release
means it rushes back in,
merging with the slow burn
and reminding you
that in the absence of all else,
silence remains ever vigilant.
Sometimes it's more that just the inner monologue
that seems to tired to even present itself,
but rather,
the need to drift
and then fade into a background,
as it stings a little less,
when you withdraw first.
It becomes a choice made (un)consciously
and with deliberation
and a much better (non)excuse
than anything else.