And then, there was silence.
Outside this stillness. Outside this room. Outside my rain blurred bedroom windows, down on the streets where the neighbourhood children play with cobblestones and dirt, time is in motion. It is the time of the year again, when the world is pressed with the need to get things done, to get things settled and in order. The normal stretch of time shortened, as the hours speed by. Minutes and seconds fly and time begins its race towards another predicted closure.
From the inside, it all resembles a rich motion blur you see outside a bullet train. Fragments of random blurry images burn themselves into my head; mysterious, like series of unanswered questions but at the same time, plain and disposable like the non-shocking truths. Inside the room, clipped nails, hairs, chipped tooth, dead skin cells and emotions lay lifeless on the floor. Quietness is no stranger. It sits on the darkest corner of the room humming its silent tune.
If death is stillness then this is death; quietly tucking away from the recklessness of velocity. But
death has neither soul nor breath. So why does this heaviness press upon my chest and whose sobbing do I hear underneath the silence? When life is gone and death is nowhere near, where do you place yourself?Outside of this stillness, outside of this room; down to the streets where children play with cobblestones and dirt, to where time is moving at break-neck speed. Rushing towards the closing line; reaching for new beginnings….. While I sit motionless inside a room – where clipped nails, hairs, chipped tooth, dead skin cells and emotions lay lifeless on the floor.
The free site where I kept all my writings exercise is finally making its graceful exit. So they are giving us time to pack our stuff and leave. I am reserving my lunch hour for this very purpose and it is more time consuming than I thought. Bummer.
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