Elucidating Questions

Your silence steals my time.

In an illinguical sense.

It’s the realisation that I can but don’t want to but can but wish I didn’t have to do it on my own

Every day.

In time spent waiting for something good that was begged for pled for,

It just seems to bleed into itself and weigh each other and keep the balance

The wave of time and the scream of death.

Inbetween them they show each what and who each is, but don’t dare hurt her,

And if you hurt him or her the wave will fall

That illogical, irreplaceable, interplanetary whisper.

I do it by myself,

But I wish I didn’t have to.

Three days.

Of silence.