And I'm Just Sitting Here...

The clock ticks away the time. Sun starts to bid farewell, clouds gather about, grasshoppers ready their song. Blank expression, starring  into the nothingness, the emptiness, the void. And I’m just sitting here. 

And for once, all I hear is silence. It is deafening, and slowly claims the lives of any sudden movement I try to make; I’m paralyzed. And I just sit here.

I can’t hear any music in my head. Silence has taken over that, too. Her image is somewhat distorted; I can see her face but cannot make out the details all together; I’m either thinking of her voice, or her eyes, but never both. And I just sit here…

I can’t come to a true conclusion as to why I’m doing this. Why I’m being overtaken by the silence, the immobility, the nothingness, the void. Why choices fade out, why bad times rule the kingdom, how the only way out is the path to another way out. It is a cycle. And I just sit here.

The sun has set, the grasshoppers carol their favorite song, the clouds watch as the city flickers on their golden lights and waits for the day to greet them back. I yet to receive the greeting from her, from each of the aspects that compose her. Her soul, her smile, her faults. I just sit here.

And that clock still ticks away the time…