a constant denial of everything that matters
has left me shooting blanks
a silence canvases my life, so full of sound
at least it used to be
now i am left here at peace with myself,
with my eternal surroundings
no need to fight, no begging to hide
i expose myself to the elements
a placid calm, drifting in sunlight
poised in waves, serene moonlight
tranquil whispers in my ears
is it you who calls to me so?
i would run to you,
but i would rather float.
and so i float.
a silence once so deafening,
is soothing.
i can not recall a time so simple.
i do not ignore the complications,
they simply do not matter,
when you are near.