a lull of silence. the sound of absence. a sign not of inertia, nor of turbulence, but of convenience. sometimes when you switch your brain off, and live each day as it comes, one motion after the next, one chore after another, and you collapse in exhaustion at the end of the day on the sofa, with nary a thought that passes your mind, it's the simplest way to live. the days pass so fast, and so easily. life is uncomplicated.

is it the way to live though? to not think, to not stop for a moment and deliberate about life? at even any point in time? to just let life pass you by? it cannot be right, to let apathy grip you within its claws. as the words pour out, i can feel the warmth coursing through my veins once more. i am slowly relaxed by the therapy that is my writing. i never stopped to think that words could have such appeasing effects on my soul.

but for now, this is enough.