Silence (Abstract writing)

If my thoughts could explain how I feel. This isn't even half of it. :/

Silence. Nothing but silence.

The typing of a keyboard.

The sound of a fan.

The crackling of soda in the can.

It eats away at me.

This awful silence.

It's the essence of now.

It's the nightmare of my life.

Loneliness. Nothing but loneliness.

My cat resides here but doesn't understand my mind.

My loved one is at work while I'm all alone.

When it's silent, I think too much.

My brain is overloaded.

It starts to flood with thoughts that aren't mine.

I only wish to escape the seconds of time.

I am my own monster.

I'm an epitome of destruction.

The masses of my mind can only calibrate so much.

Emptiness. Nothing but emptiness.

I'm hollow.

I'm a silhouette.

I'm abstract.

I'm a soul.

I have a brain that's destroyed.

I'm a ghost with no home.

These dimensions of life are

not the dimensions of my mind.

I feel like my mind is in another plane

of the era we call time.

There's no forward.

There's no back.

It's stuck in a "dementia-n"

somewhere again.

Lost. I am lost.

We have paths

but I am lost.

We all follow the roads of our life.

I just happen to be on the other side.

Reviews

[London]

this is actually really packed with emotion I love it