Silence it fills me, consumes me.

I don’t know how or why but I’ve gone from being utterly stumped to unchamisly inspired
before i had things to write about
before i needed to write
i sat at this very same keyboard and threw my heart upon it only to be rewarded with 2 short paragraphs
words of which i can neither feel nor believe in
when i needed to pour my soul into a song or verse i could not
but now in times of strange calmness
just as i had accepted my horrible self and its ways
here i am completely inspired
throwing my words into a verse of which not many will read or understand
my only hope is that i can look back upon these strange lines and know that within them is me
all that i am now is a pile of vowels and consonants that jumble together to create either a masterpiece or disaster
maybe i am a cliche
maybe all that these words are is boredom
a question that i have is is boredom really boredom at all?
do you ever realize your boredom in the loud noise of life?
the simple answer is no
boredom is like loneliness where as it is only recognized in the silence
silence brings all to the surface and even now it helps me to write
maybe the reason i could not write before was because my life was so loud that i couldn’t hear myself screaming from the inside
that screaming is now words upon this page
that silence, it still consumes me but, it also inspires me