.another silent night.

these days...

each night becomes more and more restless.
each morning brings forth a fresh newness.

life feels unfulfilled.
life feels complete.

the house is barren.
the house is crammed.

its so hard to wait and trust.
and even harder to think about the future.

life is fully of irony.
life makes sense.

i want more out of life.
i cannot stand anything else.

the house is full of noise.
the house is silent.

i hear only noise.
i need only silence.