Watching the world roll on without me
I feel at home, at ease.
Sitting, watching, feeling this new,
With no sense I stare, breathing, taking my time,
though no seconds feel like they pass
thoughts duck and weave trying to penetrate this wall I put up
made out of complex silence,

a palace made of dark, awaits my eyes, though I transform it into day
this pleasing silence, the shouts of the mogul all a part of the world I leave at bay
for these few seconds I reach a bliss that needs no one and nothing,
my place

I whisper in this state, and reach in from the outside its time to leave as all noise finds its place.

Solace in dead silence, vociferous