sit in the quiet, alone

sit in the quiet alone and feel the silence on your face like a mask; encompass its feel

is it true what they say? that this world is loud and brash, unafraid and unending, that it will never cease?

let the light reflect from this mirrored face, fractured, broken and beaming, glowing from the inside out

even now, I fear what will become of me if this quiet becomes me, and nothing else matters

carrying its weight upon my shoulders until bone cracks and breaks and falls twice as far as it rose

empty minds and empty lives, devoid now of what made us human, all fading into naught