Will it be okay? I ask the nothing that surrounds me—awaiting an answer that won’t come. The silence renders me indecisive. I take a seat on the rubbish beneath me and ponder the quiet, its dead sounds of ancient time dripping by like gelatinous quivering aches of life. Do I scream? Do I shake and holler? Do I sit? The placid stagnancy echoes through me, penetrating my bones, scratching beyond the nerve to a place I cannot obtain. Perplexity grasps my mind and leaves me breathless, aiming nowhere and heading down fast. I embrace it, I inhale it with gasping breaths, devour it with gnawing teeth, and rest in silence awaiting my time…
C’est La Vie
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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