"Hideous silence,

You, monster of my dreams,

You know nothing of what I am!

Collapsing in that little red dress and

Knee-high boots

Puddle-wet now,

Pieces of gravel imbedded too far down to ever pull out

And leave me alive enough

To overcome daylight; harsh even when I

Sleep.

Still I wonder

What exactly it is that you do,

Cursed quietness!

It's obvious how you deny my thirst for sound,

Life's music of any kind;

How cold you are to me

Especially when I forget your

Face

So close to mine.

It's just easier that way."

12:24pm