The Silence, The Music, The Noise

"I sit watching my cigarette burn downAnd the smoke floating straight in the air;swirling into little curls.The wisps of smoke are pretty.You sit and stare at them.They are enticing;Like the prancing o..."

"Many eons I have lived--or is that died?Have I really lived or existed for that matter?For I sit here and write down these wordsas they spin through my mind.How could one--such as Ihave a mind?Am I no..."

"I feel my blood slip painlessly out of my body. My chest rises and falls as my breath becomes slow and less frequent... It feels as if someone lies on top of me, trying to squeeze out all my air... ..."

""What are you doing here?" (Silence) "Just sitting here." (Silence) "Doing what?" (Silence) "Nothing.  Waiting for oblivion." (Silence) "Oh...Why are you doing that?" (Silence) "Cuz I'm waisting time ..."

"I feel I must write. What, exactly, is still a mystery. But if I don't my muse will keep me up, 'Til finally I pass out from exhaustion. I hear her in my mind's ears, but I can not understand her. he..."