5,
Can you feel that? Can you hear that?
Listen to the aspirations in this sphere of silence I have long
been in.
The silence I am still in. I chose to be in.
But, hear hear, slowly, the thuds are becoming--
becoming faint beats.
The screams to whispers,
Whispers to murmurs.
Murmurs to silence.
It seems that the longer I stay, the weaker my grasp, my clutch,
my hold--
My hands are tired.
4,
Fainter and fainter, memory by memory until--
Wait, what was that
again?
A little while more, I no longer know what I am holding on
to
Much more, I do not even know even know why anymore
I look back and laugh at the wasted everything.
What’s left?
3,2,
Still there?
1.
