I used to seek answers,
to unsaid questions,
to incessant ponderings,
of the world in which we live in.

I used to fill the world with my voice,
never stopping,
hesitating,
for my greatest fear
was something far bigger than heights;
it was the silence.

The illusion was unmasked,
and at once,
I understood
why those questions were left
unanswered.

And now,
I find myself basking in the silence,
breathing it in,
trapping the words inside;
leaving them to roam within the confines
of my intricate road map.

The silence assures me,
that underneath the tangle of human complication,
of man-made solidarity,
the world is still a simple
silent
place.

There was once,
a friendship bound in four,
entwined with trust,
fueled with love,
compiled with ceaseless chatter.

  Once broken,
Each bond shattered
beyond the point of rectification,
There could be no going back.

             And yet, at one point
                    or another,
                          they each pined
                                     for their remnants of youth.

Reunited only once,
A friendship loosely tied,
Stilted -
Ceaseless silences,
Entangled in doubt;
tainted with judgment,
Refracting the similarities of a friendship,
once bound in four.

Disappointment
Is something that I have
become accustomed to,
daily life generally is.

Though, there is one thing that I
cannot accept,
cannot fathom,
cannot comprehend.

How is it that I,
portray images,
of people how I want them to be,
build them up in
frantic fantasy;
only for reality to shatter
each fragile fragment.

Disappointment
is something that I have
become accustomed to,
because I am it's greatest creator.

I honestly do not
know, how to feel;
how to think,
how to see clearly:

because, it was unfair
and unjust,
incomprehensible -

and worse still,
there is nothing I can do,
to prevent the pain from
inflicting everyone else.