empty and ...

I feel like a permenent structure in silence built from years and years of resistance from the unwanted sources that exist in the form of the regular people like me. They do not mean what they do, but sometimes they do. Sometimes the words they place are pre-rehearsed in front of the mirror. Sometimes, you find something entirely different than what you thought it would be. Once you lay that foundation, the building process becomes a daily occurance and you will begin the search for the silent room; the one that matches the emptiness inside you try so hard to hide.