Between Silence and Noise
I sit in the quiet, but it presses too close — a shadow of isolation that wraps around my thoughts. Lonely is not the same as alone, they say — Yet emptiness can live even in the middle of a crowd. I fear the hollow space where no words find me, where no laughter breaks through, where stories are trapped, hungering to be shared. And I fear the crowd — faces without depth, voices tangled in noise, opinions thrown like confetti with no weight to land on truth. Between silence and noise I search for presence — a soul that listens, a voice that speaks with meaning, a moment that feels like it belongs to both of us. Until then, I wander between echoes, not alone, yet not e...