Fast paced, like cavernous thunder, and rainstorms. I live down the street from the train tracks, and I know how they rumble along the earth, trains stopping for no one but themselves. Quickly, quick-witted, because I can't impress you if I'm slow, if I stop to catch my breath. You hate the silence. It's the reason you make noises with every move you make, as soon as I slow down. If I don't talk, don't think, don't laugh, I lose you. Uncomfortable, it's how the silence makes you feel, and I love to hear you talk, but couldn't we just be still? Couldn't we just be simple? I'd ask, but time goes by with each click of the clock, and you're already leaving me behind. Already. Suddenly. Immediately. Tick, tick, tick... I paused. I faltered. Hesitated. You're gone. But I don't find the silence deafening.
