Sum old writing for an old photo
July 5, 2015 1:57am
There are times, moments, where I become overcome with a sense of stillness.
The motions that exist in my eyes become silent....quiet warriors crossing the bridge into a different existence, a different time.
I don't necessarily feel empty or apathetic, but rather it feels as though someone has turned my volume down to mute and I am nothing more than an inaudible figure.
Everything just feels there. Not heavy, not sad, not waiting, just there.