musings

stuck somewhere between the silence and the noise
because there's never really silence is there?

there's always you and that wonderful thing called a thought
it drowns out any possibility of quiet- any hope of peace

so -

stuck somewhere between the silence and the noise
perhaps it's just a whisper or an echo of brainwave activity

possibly just a sigh or a moan, noise that isn't quite noise
noise that's more a feeling or that doesn't quite require an open mouth

I've just been stuck

Somewhere between the silence and the noise
Because honestly, there's never really silence, is there?