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 entirely found.  

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