My own thoughts are flying over my own head.
Nothing interests me.
Nothing entertains me.
I like the evening tonight.
I like the breeze on my back, from the window.
I like the silence.
TV on but no sound.
Tapping of my fingers on the keys.
(how personal)
I hate the creaking of the chair.
I hate the creaking of the stairs.
I love the silence.
I love the silence of my own thoughts.
I love the silence.
Lost is on the television but there is no sound. I dont want it on.
I like the silence.
I like the way a hand can't feel its touch.
If you couldn't feel your own touch. Wouldn't that drive you crazy?
I like how things can stay in one place until you move them.
If you couldn't move without someone having to move you for you wouldn't that drive you crazy?



I like the silence