Underneath the surface,
something scratches its way out.
Walking in a way that reaches,
beyond my logic,
soaking in the foam of past memories.
No, this is something new,
something alien,
reaching,
grabbing me,
taking me under,
into,
myself.
A journey,
a new voice,
an expression of Self,
that leaves me defenseless.
I am solitude,
I am silence,
I am only an experience.



