I could drown in this silence
It washes like a wave in me.
I could write a book on this silence
I bury my mind into it deeply.

I could paint a picture of this laugh
It's horizons and purples and soft pinks.
I could paint a picture of this laugh
It's a warm home on the porch with soft drinks.

I could act out a play on these songs
They're sleep and rest and life and joy.
I could act out a play on these songs
They're calm and open and all I look for.

I could build a mosaic of these words
Little drops of sunlight and constellations.
I could build a mosaic of these words
Unknown places on long vacations.

I could find my muse in this place
Inspiration and frustration meet and part ways.
I could find my muse in this place
Creativity and contentment meet and stay.

Here
Doing this
With you
Silence

I am satisfied.

Music
Noises
Calm violence
Hazy sense

I am satisfied.

Little laughs
Large smiles
Floating
Buoyancy

I am satisfied.

Peace
Unhindered
Uninhibited
Intrigue

I am satisfied.

Because you have to be;
What problems do you have anyway?
You're doing just fine, you know
No one wants to hear you complain.

You're doing just fine;
You're rotting more every day.
You're doing just fine,
No one cares what you have to say.

You're doing just fine;
There are people who have it worse.
You're doing just fine,
As long as you're outside of a hearse.

You're doing just fine;
You're brain is clawing it's way to your heart.
You're doing just fine,
As long as no one sees it rip you apart.

You're doing just fine;
You're not in pain, you've no problems.
You're doing just fine,
You're terrifyingly, apathetically numb.

You're doing just fine;
You'll last another day, another year.
You're doing just fine,
Just the same as every one else here.

I think of love as a small home
With furniture well-used
And the clutter of life
And the smell of fresh food.

I think of love as a silouhette
In the dark of night
And whispered words
That ring true in daylight.

I think of love as long silences
Broken by the turn of a page
And loud, simple contact
And losing track of hours and days.


I think of love as a furrowed brow
As an angry shout and a sharp word
And a fist strinking out
And hurt, hurt, hurt.

I think of love as broken promises
And vitriolic, secret thoughts
And discontent never to be voiced
And doors that never unlock.

I think of love as a gilded cage
And a small bird that will never get away.
I think of love as predators and prey
I think of love as vulnerability.


I think of love as a downturned head
And silent submission
And an authoratative stance
And the will to listen.

I think of love as the catalysm's calm
As a word in a hurricane
That stops a million, million thoughts
And halts a crashing train.

I think of love as a private comfort
And rare affection
And overwheleming pride
And jealous admiration.


I think of love.