trying to grasp loss in silence.

in the silence

When all the city lights are cascaded and I become one of those stories that people watch from their windows too

I think of how alone I am

I think of how present I am; how I should be asleep right now.

Every now and then a few cars drive by, the only other sound that fills my vicinity at this hour

I think of the sound of the keyboard typing itself away 

i think of all the words I want to say

I think of time 

I think of emotional limbos

I think of being an emotional stimulator; a placebo.

I think of finally speaking up.

I then hear a few cars pass by taking me away from this stance of rumination

And the sound of the wind adding to the rhythm of my typing.

I think of how in harmony everything around me seems to be.

i also think of how I try to create stories, like this one right now,

To replace the main occupant on my mind lately; 

trying to grasp the concept of loss in silence.