Sometimes all I hear is silence
So quiet that its loud
Suffocating in its stillness
Subtle in its sound.

Other times I hear only noise
Voices on voices until I'm gone
Drowning in fragments
Lost to everyone.

I sat at the bottom of the pool
miles away from the turmoil and spray
where the day just warmed me
my fingers played on the tiles
illuminated in tantalizing fractals of sunlight
and apart from burning of my lungs
I was at peace, observing, quite separated from the noise.

Now I sit at the bottom of life
there is a joy in observing, not sharing,
the struggles of others
I could so easily swim up, it is within my reach- no
so until I drown, down here in the effortless depths
I am glad, to sit,
and watch the victors thrash to stay afloat