when silence falls
April 16, 2005 saturday - 00:44
inside, where there is nobody to see, where there is nobody to hear, and where there is nobody to judge, there are many hidden things.
inside my room,
there are rents on the walls and tears in the ceiling.
life spirals up and down, spinning past towers of sound and fury.
i am going away, but i have to take all this with me.
words fall from my lips, but my hands are cupped beneath my chin, and words collect there, fill my palms, overflow like water. nothing more remains. they are stripped of meaning, beauty, power.