The low of hum of the fan whirling above my head.
The faint static sound emanating from the television.
The distant chatter of life outside the window,
an intruder cloaking the thick tension in sounds unfamiliar.
The ticking of a clock,
the passing of time evident as the hands moved further into the future.
I remained in the past,
stuck in the moment when those time stopping words escaped from my lips.
When my truth caused silence to befall on those whose sounds were the only ones I wanted to hear.
The soft cadence of my mothers voice as she expressed her unconditional love.
The reassuring lint in my father tone as he offered his verbal acceptance.
But the comfort offered by few simple words was instead incased by silence.
A time dragging, heart stopping silence.
I hoped the next words spoken wouldn't cause it to shatter.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PuisiIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
