The sound of silence is provoking insanity. It sounds like my failures strangling the breath from my body. There is no distraction from the mistakes that are haunting me.
Alone...
Alone...
Alone...
Solitude has screamed. It's cry is deafening.
Perhaps there is someone out there. Perhaps they are confessing their love for me and I can not hear the message.
Maybe it is all a dream. Indeed, it could be someone else's dream and I am but an image in their nightmare. What if there is no way to wake them up and end it all?
What if I am not? Not that I am not a mother with a broken heart or a lover longing for her love. What if I am just... not?
What if the air that I breath does not exist? What if there is no way to drown because there is no water and I have no lungs? What if the energy bouncing from one neuron to another in my brain is just space dust colliding out there somewhere? What if I am not alive and there is no way to die?
Then...
My pain is not here. My tears are not falling. My failures have hurt no one. My life has touched not one soul for better or for worse.