(09) as the silence interrupts the noise

all those memories are folded shirts that are all too vivid in my mind.

but now it's too easy to see that i have nothing, and the words that i speak will have no meaning. and this is how it will be.

i wake up to see it's 7:30. i'd rather still be asleep, but what's the difference when my mind keeps shifting through unconscious states of apathy? i've lost all feeling, and it's not coming back.

the silence interrupts the noise which comes from the fan as it hums on its lowest setting. it sounds so pretty too - the way it whispers across the floor. i would get up, but i'd rather stay around its hidden beauty. we can see it, but no one else around even senses it. we can feel it, but no one else around seems to care. soon, it will be time to go.