That Din.

And that din of silence:
Of my own
Criticism, encouragement, indifference.

The noise of humanity
Crass, containing
Words from street corners,
From bars, from dreams.

The ink always bleeds
Into the moments between
Breaths.

We fight for that heartbeat
Of release, into the world...
The autumn chill,
The breeze through
A copper beach.

Until once more...
The reverberations.

Sound off.

The world's so much
Lonelier with the sound off.
...When the screen stops flickering.

Cars dart on nearby streets
Taunting me.

And I once more,
Fight the din of silence.

Privacy

Privacy is just another word
For solitude.

Take my thoughts,
IF you'll have them,

But accept them as they are,
Undressed and crude.

Adult

What if it's that we
Just stop looking?
That we stop
Walking in lost.

The wonder of youth
Wiped from our minds
By clutter
Not clarity.

Walking alone

Arm's length.
Soul's core, pitted.