this morning there is no wind
the only sounds
are the whine in my ears
and water dripping in the kitchen sink
i sit here quietly
as time unrolls in silence
taking my thoughts with it
what is real?
i know my memories are but constructs
but what about feelings?
are they created?
are they catalysts?
where in me do they live?
how can they bring tears
of joy and sorrow?
the water still drips
my ears still ring
my thoughts roll on with time
The Ace Hotel Notebook 