I'm breathing hard;
Footsteps are pounding on the pavement,
As the after-storm puddles of dry rain splash around my ankles.
The birds are whistling,
And the cicadas are humming;
I watch as squirrels race through trees
And traffic lights signal automobiles
Through the roads
(Creating static and wind.)
Electricity burrows in my ears,
And music notes are dancing on the clouds.
My tongue clicks against my teeth,
My lungs sink inside my rib cage,
My heart pounds with the metronome of my pulse and blood.
My mind is thin,
Blank,
Black.
Slow ellipses sink through my thoughts,
Calming down my inhalation.
My pulse slows and my breathing is the background noise to
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
(Silence is the state of being forgotten and alone.
Silence is the absence of any sound or noise.)
It's as if you're sketching the
negative space around an object;
Leaving out any detail,
Drawing the black lines of where the nothing in the piece ends.
The traffic slows down to nothing;
I watch it move,
But I hear nothing other than whistles from the birds,
And hums from the cicadas.
Then the birds stop and flutter away,
Leaving a trail of forgotten feathers,
And all that's left is the hushing of
the buzzing.
The puddles soaking my feet are like tidal waves now,
Compared to the stillness around me.
Soaking my toes
And my skin;
(Like breath on rain.)
And the water droplets in slow motion,
Create rings in the puddles
And the splashing is nothing.
Calm.
Cool.
Collected.
I'm helpless.
I am wrong.
The pounding of my feet on the sidewalk is just a rhythm with my pores
and with my cells.
It's just a pulse that keeps me moving.
But I'm removed,
Away from everything
In a place where nothing exists along side of me.
Where I'm living in the absence of space.
I feel the emotion leaking from my heart,
And dripping onto my ribs,
Leaking into my diaphragm.
My fingers touch the lines of reality,
But I'm outside of it.
I'm alone.
I'm empty.
I am infinite.
I'm without much of anything,
And I stay in this place as long as I can,
Holding on to commas,
And periods,
And breath marks.
My lips are shut tight,
And my eyes are shut tighter.
I won't let go.
I can't let go.
I'm alone.
I'm myself.
I am infinite.
I am infinite,
I am strong,
And I am forever.
I'm in the state of being forgotten and alone,
I am in the absence of any sound or noise,
I am
(a
(so)(lutely)silent.
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