Friday, October 10, 2008
i feel like recreating another T i realise That without my Thoughts i am alone. but because of The Two i am never alone for my helmet of home is always full of echos of past discussions and woeful Tales of Trauma. yet i am driven to silence Them and Told to ignore The loud bellowing of mellodious solitude. you dont know how deafening silence is Till the quietest sound seems so loud. when that happens you realise That There are more sounds Than just being alone. and The quiet is booming find escape Through shadowy figures That Take over To mute The silence.
T20
here i was, there i go.
9:42:00 PM
