It ticks by, so silently.
As the moment crawls towards me.
as if there wasn't one before,
isn't one after it.
As if the void filling the entire space
wants me to register its absence
of the moments passing by,
of the air stopping by.
A bell rings in the dark.
Letting me know it is,
just like the void, it just is.
Perplexed, anxious, sarcastic,
and all I feel is the cold,
the cold in the air stopping by.
Is there a lamp near the bell?
Or am I just hallucinating
because the idea of light seems settling?
As if the light would spread,
like the ticking moment, it'll come by.
As if it'll finally caress me
and like the void, the warmth will embrace me.
But the light stays and the moment passes by, so silently.