Written on the other side of the country, a month ago in gnommish...
I'm sure
a week full of silence
and lazy afternoons
and early nights
and simple slow existence
may be a nice vacation.
From fast paced lives
which rotate and revolve
at break-neck speeds
giving dizzy views
of everything around
But for me
and you may gladly blame my youth
the breakneck speeds were comforting...
Give me back my deafening noise
my dizzying horizons
I prefer action packed adventures
and passion filled stories
to these calm haze filled days
Give me the crowds,
the honks and the loud music
the chaotic life
I have adopted as my own
So I may learn again
the value of this uneventful soltitude
not exactly un-invited
but not exactly welcomed either.
Let me go.
Leave my lonely lively existence in peace
I may have a kinship with silence,
but this consistent nothingness
is annoying.
