Silence

I choose silence as my companion.
More secure in that relationship,
to stillness- to solitude-
than any romance that's come before.
I can bask in this silence,
give myself up to it and just think:

I can think sweet thoughts - have innocence-
without feeling like I'm missing out.
Without feeling like I'm missing out on something,
some monumental part of my development-
my relationship to adult society.

I don't have to prove anything to silence,
don't have to say anything
just to make the time pass.
We are just content together,
silence and I.
No awkward pauses,
no interview style dates.
We've known each other far too long for that.

And it's a comfortable silence;
me content to be myself
instead of wondering
how I might appear to someone else,
breaking myself from relaxing into the moment
and just being alive.

Silence is inside my head,
a calming presence.
It doesn't break itself into my thoughts-
it already belongs there-
nestled in a spot I'm comfortable with,
not taking up too much room or attention.

Silence is inside my soul,
a contentedness.
There is no force, no anxiety.
I'm just whole and at peace
with the silence.

That soft stillness surrounding me.
Silence.