The silence is to loud for me to speak;this is what i seek. The quiet days drone around with no one making a sound. Here I lay and here I say: the making of a friend is just to much; my frail little mind might just combust. Let me lay here on the cold damp floor. I don't think I care anymore. No one enters and no one leaves. So leave it to me to make some noise, for all i can enjoy. Stretching silence lingers in the room. If i die, no one would worry because the silence would be all you learn to know.