Whatever It Is

I bid you farewell, till we meet again. And even if we don’t, it doesn’t really matter. Nothing matters anymore. The life we knew. The noise we created out of a certain silence got so loud that it made us deaf. And now the familiar silence prevails again. We run around in circles. I want to break free, but I’ve got nowhere to run to. So I would return to the cage, and let them lock me in. Safe behind these locked doors and closed windows, hoping someone will break in. But is there anything inside worth breaking in? Probably not. Can’t be too certain, or that will kill the beauty of confusion. I refuse to be a part of what is already a part of me. Denial remains the answer of the lost ones. Prayers reflect back from ozone layer and resonate in every single thing around, mocking the helplessness of mankind. We need more ozone holes. Stop complaining, let’s talk. No thanks, I would rather sink back into silence.