Sleeping women, the clocks
tick in preamble to the wind
that blasts its way across
the buildings. Its howling sounds
like a predator yearning for food.

I lie in bed, stagnating under
a dream. The same dream for
a hundred days. It doesn't seem
profound anymore and it plays
on like a video you've watched
hundred times over. Like a castle
in the sand, slowly melting away
with each wash of the ocean.

They seem to contradict each other
this silence in the house and the noise
of the wind outside my window.
Relatable, when you're stuck between
two things you love and not sure
which one to follow.

All I know is that I am caged in this silence
And so, my side is already chosen.