In this moment am I,
Alone with quiet sounds of a nearly deserted house,
Influenced mainly by my thoughts only,
Letting neurons of old memories fire at will,
Wondering about the falsity of history,
The noisemakers who’d want my attention if I paid it willingly…

Prose.  Prize.  Reprisal.  Appraisal.

Sounds evoking images the way they do.

Letting go of phrases.

“We all create reasons to justify our innate/trained behaviour patterns.”

“I” is a unique combination of nothing new, sharing traits with intersecting subsets.

Letting go of me.

Bowing out.

Happy in my anonymity, happy with momentary friendships, instant companions.

Au revoir.

Until we meet again…

This — a dance of words — a kind way of saying nothing.

A rock in a river, slowly rubbed smooth in the temporary meeting of a particlewave energy exchange.

With no ears to hear in the sedimentary substance, what effect does the noise of the rushing water have on the rock?