silence

welcome again. i greet the blankness with envy.

i am intolerant of these urges now. why must i stain the blank space with grim and useless drippings.

why must the air sizzle and burn with the agony of my voice.

why must the empty spaces be crammed into erased being by the filthy waves that escape my sphere. 

i produce a chime that is akin to heavy smog.

 unto the beautiful silence, i tarnish it's majesty.

and yes and yet and yet and yet and yet and yet.

here i type.