The thing about silence is that it lines the fences of solitude;
It's the porch light, the front door, the wallpaper, the overwhelmingly cold marble that spans the very floors of the soul.

The Goal?
To discover what lies behind the dreams and beneath the lies you've piled atop what you know will remain your Truth.
Uncover the seed you buried and foolishly expected not to grow, and dig deep until you know you know you've reached it -
and the moment you're convinced it's real, stop. Go back.
Start over. Over and over. Each time with a little less lie.
To whom this may be disconcerting:
Instead of turmoil, soul searching and self hurting,
I suggest you embrace the silences of the sole;
Let their immaculate resonances swallow you whole.

Me? I relish my silences! The delicate volumes they speak saturate my solitude,
and the truths they bring reverberate in my heart and soul.
I'm never lonely when I'm alone -
I'm going to need a front row seat in hell's hottest pit beside Lucy's bare feet
To watch the sky drop to its knees
And steal one last kiss as we all crumble and freeze;
Before I ever l let anyone make me feel lonely -

I'd rather be... Alone.