in the whole universe
not a sound compares
to that of utter silence
eery to some
boring to many
yet reflective
thoughtful
unchanging
and so here i am
at 1:06 am on a wednesday morning
flooded by silence
surrounded by silence
encompassed by silence
nothing but the sound of my own thoughts
the clock ticking on like
a determined steam engine on an incessant track
yet all i hear is silence
and the sudden creaks of the wooden stairs
begging me to sleep
the sound of my thoughts twirling to the nonexistent symphonies
that occupy every corner of my mind
Photo credits: The Guardian