"Where Nothing Happens."

Nina Sud

1 April 2010, 01:17


You don’t want to be here anymore
another time, another place
exists inside of you
all there in your head
it doesn’t bustle with activity
it is still.
Still like an early foggy morning
when you can stand and hear nothing
but the hollowness inside of you
and in other people’s minds and hearts
but there are no people there,
people- those you can do without
there is just you.
You-fog-park benches- and rain.
no noise, no disruption
like the black and white static on a spoilt TV
which everyone sees but no one has any names for.
A world of black and white
like a still photograph
of times and people we can only dream off.
and you shall stand still
not walk, not move
and listen to the music of your soul.
Your rhythm.
the voice you have ignored for so long
the one that was shunned aside,
so you could listen to the voices of others
the voice’s they should have kept to themselves,
there shall be no thinking either
no thoughts to mar the plain canvas,
disturb the stillness within and around
just plain-beautiful-stillness.
Do not confuse stillness with hollowness though,
There is a big difference
as big as the difference between this world and yours.
Nothing to evade, no commitments
along with the schools, parks and roads
the calendar is empty too.
But there is certain sadness about it
like the sadness in holding another persons hand-
maybe now, maybe later-
at one point you have to leave, let go.
You don’t want to be here anymore
another time, another place
exists inside of you-
still. silent. waiting.

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