Found Myself.

I found myself floating on the end of

oblivion,

without having anywhere to go

or to turn to.

I was alone, on the edge of space,

breathing in a mask of oxygen.

Some things are meant to stay

under rocks.

Some things are meant to

be broken.

I have followed my voice,

this way and that;

the darkness has swept me

out to sea.

The night comes down like a void

in the dark,

and everywhere, trees are falling.

I am falling into the void.

There is noise in the void and it

sounds like silence,

but I do not know what silence is,

because someone made up that word,

and other words,

and all the words on this planet.

What is silence?

I am tortured.