Silence Interrupted

The splitting up of a piece of paper. The clanks of fragile plates. The buzzing sound of a busy fan. The echoes of unfamiliar vanishing voices. The mundane movements of light objects persistently gusted by the wind. The light's taking of the room and its retreat by the clock's rhythm. The drowning patches of darkness in a partially lit room. The immobile, apathetic objects granting my stares. The ostensible piece of snug furniture meant to sit but seems to push me away. The kind-colored paint on my walls. An overlay that's more decorative than practical. The gushing of water down the pipes. The descent of the minutest debris on thin air. The momentary escapes from realism.


The silence that's broken by the senses...