the silent cosmic

At the same place
At the same table
But with a different pen
and a different paper

The thoughts somehow
flows in the same pattern
Without direction
Searching for things
that a normal, simple-minded
person would fail to see.

Within the chaotic envirenment
With m0saic sounds and noises

The heart remains silent
The voice unheard
and the whispers fade.

Somehow the ground is not
solid anymore
Somehow the sky is not
that high anymore

Everything is within reach
Yet everything deemed intangible.

I went home early yesterday, wanting some break. And I stopped by my usual place (I'm straining on the "usual" as the anney looks very very please to see me, hahahahaha), and I took a moment and wrote the above poem (is it??? ). Later, I got some quality time with my priority babe. hehehe. Yes, I've gotten her attention, and might I add, full frontal affection. But Fozz, you know I love you!