Quiet is the sound of solitude.

Silence is the noise made by peace.

Hushed are the movements of lips as they form a smile.

And I think I like this sound.

Hidden

In the darkness

hidden

In the shadows

hidden

All alone

hidden

I am here, calmly waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone to come.

But no on ever does (why would they?) and I don't expect anyone to. No one should want to. I wouldn't want to either.

I walk alone, bathed in quiet. I stand alone, silence my only partner. My words are hushed, my voice the barest whisper.

I don't really think anyone's really going to find me. I've made sure to stay unseen.

Drifting

sometimes, people disappear. sometimes, they never look back. i didn't look back when i left, and i didn't expect you to care. i guess i didn't expect you to come after me, to hug me, to tell me i'm someone (when in truth, i am no one). i sort of knew you might possibly do it, but you did. and i slowly came back to you. and, sure enough, i drift away again. but you caught me and brought me back. back to you. back to safety.

i think i liked the way you chased me down, took me back, held my heart. but, deep down, i didn't have enough love to return it. so, now, i suppose i'll drift away again.

what a way to live.