Vibrations splinter and echo off of the walls of this bare and empty room
Silence interrupted. 
I sit staring up at the ceiling fan as it spins. 
Drifting farther into the void, until all I hear is noise. 

Until all I hear is the low hum of the tv I left on downstairs. 
An overused laugh track. 
My stomach full of ‪Sunday morning‬. 
Empty waiting. 
Empty thoughts. 
My mind is, for once, clear. 
Transparent overwhelming. 

No greater desire than to simply exist. 
An existence that's relative. 
Outside I hear the steady rumble of cars,
Driving by. 
People living lives. 
Silence amplified. 

Inside, it's getting colder. 
My breath is visible 
Surroundings are a blur
I try to hold on to the ticking of the clock on the wall. 
The sound of time passing. 
Precious wastefulness. 

I waited for this. 
My day full until it's empty. 
To be solely in my own mind. 
Peaceful silence follows. 
No longer feeling hollow. 
Fill me to the brim with nothing. 
I welcome it.