these days,
the walls of my room whisper
to each other
hesitant to break the silence
while my thoughts squabble
with each other
inside my head.
it's deadly quiet here. I haven't
spoken much for sometime
i talk to myself,
I often do.
the soliloquy rebels
and turns its face,
seeking dialogue.
loneliness gnaws at the edges
of my being...
my coffee needs a partner.
