Silence
Silence was all I heard. No footsteps on the ground, no wind in the trees. Nothing except the suggestion of my loneliness. The loneliness that has plagued my existence since I was born. Never has there been anything to suggest otherwise, so never have I believed otherwise. The only voices to comfort me, those in my head, telling me I don�t need anyone but myself. It�s sad because I listen to these voices. Never do I let anyone get too close. Never close enough to know me. Never close enough. Footsteps beside me are a dangerous and uncommon thing. So uncommon that I�ve forgotten what they sound like. Forgotten such a thing is even possible. Possible for me. It is possible, for anyone but myself.
© Kristel. S 2003
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