The deep throb of silence filters the thoughts that rise to the surface, like delicate air bubbles bursting and boiling in spherical silvery orbs of sustained thought.
At first, the fear of being alone overtakes the humdrum of daily life all too soon, the silence invades the clutter of the noise and the heart beats like a butterfly, as the mind descends deep inside into cavernous labyrinths seeking those little nagging thoughts that elevate stress platforms of impatience.
There is a serene solitude and all of life flashes before me in hyperstring neural networks of memories which bubble to the surface of unconscious thought and dissipate into nothingness.