replacement

since i've been at a loss for words and this is what it is it is it is.....

strings.. attached?

and then sometimes you crave a silence... a meditative one...

and then you end up in a depressive quiescence and need the noise...

but the voices get to you.. you can't bear to hear the pure mechanical sound of the human voice box..

and then sometimes... it's just simpler with some red wine and a guitar!

glinting!

and she closed her eyes... clutched her cellphone... and let the rain hit her face and reach to her soul while her hair twirled and ran free!

change..?

snow covered terrain and she begins to hallucinate into the cold smoke arising out of it.. she closes her eyes to find her balance and her world has spun around in the fragment of that moment.. she knows she's been changed forever.. she knows the twinkle in her eyes has altered to reflect something more... 

she stares on at a threadbare tree over an electric blue sky... she looks onto the patterns of the sky for hours on end as they change myriadly... 

she discovers she can meditate while walking... she discovers she can speak without talking... she discovers she likes her silence!

?

is she waiting for a question?

should she just answer without it?

hallucination

engulfed in blue smoke listening to a melody... she reaches out to touch it... it's not there... 

she sighs and turns away...

the quiescence is deafening!

listening...