some nights you look out into the shadows, waiting for that tranquilizing shot when the quiescence takes over your body and soul. at times you wonder if the smattering of lights is an attestation that you are never alone even in this forlorness. it consoles you for that moment, but it fleets as always. and the chill washes over you like storm-tossed waves crashing into rocks; merciless hydraulic action that you cant resist and slaps your conscious into a vortex of wretchedness, the freeze-thaw cycle that claims you eventually despite your best attempts at a warsaw uprising.
oh the intensity of it all.
but it's only the silence that never forsakes you.
and in the face of all that numbing uncertainty, perhaps the silence you often hear is your safest response.
