Lost in Time

I feel as though everythings coming to an end and that its all going to end

Once upon a time, I found the color of the silence that held me close. It was a hue I can’t describe, a color so vibrant that when it ended I felt deprived. The closeness I felt, the hopes and fears I became associated with. It was just everything that was me and everything that wasn’t. I held my ideas close and my silence began to grow. It picked me up and led the way. As I began to think and contemplate the world around me, I became encased in my silence. I witnessed things that should have forced me to act, things that I should have interfered with. Yet engulfed in my silence I stood my ground and held steady until it was directed at me. My silence colored me dark, faded me into the background. Always shifting to be forgotten, shifting to be lost in view, to never stand out and be loud.

The color of my silence, the color that shaded most of my thoughts, was a darkness that held me close. It needed not to speak, needed not to ask questions. My mere presence was enough. It’s cloak was a comforting feeling that I will never forget and will remember till the day I die.