There Is A Sound

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There is a sound that the world makes. Between you and me I don't know what it means. The wind is singing a name, but whose name? What is my real name? Not the one that you call me, but the one that I answer to. 

There is a certain sound in the silence. Do you ever notice the silence is not always silent? Do you notice there is a sound in the world we cannot identify? It's like the clapping of one hand.

Where are the rivers and how do they stay wet? You ever wonder how water, or anything really, was created? How did something come out of nothing? Was there a time when there was nothing? Was I ever nothing?

How can one not exist? That is the question. Was I nothing before I was me? Does anyone even really know me? What am I? A being? A human? What is a human? Are we real?

There are more questions than there are answers. There are more things to wonder than there are to know. I don't want to know everything. I just want to know if everything wants to know me. Could I possibly even comprehend everything? 

I think I'm real, but mostly I'm lost. I am the silence in between sentences. The pauses between the words you say. The look in your eyes when you really see me. What do you see besides the look in my eyes?

There is a waterfall in my eyes. I want to spit out my song, and dance like I'm about to die. I don't know your song. Tell me who you are, so I know how to translate your words.

The lake is frozen and so is my mind. I am not able to comprehend the fog or see the end of the way. Which way are you going? You are in my way. Always. I know your steps are soft. But they are not enough to walk me away.

I want to be away, away. Away from the talk, the sound of your sickness, the way you decide your death. I am not here to make your decision about your days. I am only alive to live in a way that won't disturb the universe.

nina