I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph.
I witnessed how my faith faded right in front of me.
I was muffled by the aphasia of silenced words,
so something in me burst.
Searching for forbidden words
flipped every the stone of vocabularies upside down.
I turned loquacious
assuming these phantoms could one day listen for real.
My penchant of talking was like the desolation of a drowning man
hanging onto the last gasp, clutching at the last thing
even a dream of something afloat...,
but there was no-one between those ears,
no air in those gulps in those violent inhalations searching for oxygen reaching for life.
For them, there was not such a thing as a crying heart,
I was just a knot of noise in the textile of such tumultuous traffic:
nothing special, nothing in their eyes summing up to being a person,
or god forbid a SOUL!
Nothing ever made me feel more homeless, more forsaken than when I was amongst them,
so I chose loneliness. I chose night to listen to the silence.
It was in that muteness, that the word started to listen,
where I heard all the lonely voices,
the very sound of "our partaken alienation,"
I realized I was no more alone
that I have never been alone.
We all share the night.
the sky is
our collective solitude.
