The world descended into a lapsed silence,
And I felt my heart sicken at the seclusion,
I had done this for I had felt most comfortable when not surrounded by the joy of others,
It turns out the darkness does not hide what I am feeling,
But merely has the time and space to spread until I see nothing more,
No light, no joy and no peace; certainly not the sanctuary I had searched for,
We are atoms merely glued together in a fashion nobody fully understands,
And so we are connected to the atoms in the air,
That touch the atoms that form other human beings,
Whose atoms touch the atoms of other beings in this world,
They come from the earth as others did before them,
They will return to the earth as others did before them,
So I am Me, but I am what I have been before,
And in some way, what I will become,
The only thing I can say I truly own,
Is that which I produce from the atoms formed in a way no one elses is,
My mind forms words not yet uttered and my hand records those in a form not yet taken,
Though the physical form of these words will perhaps fade one day,
They have touched that which does not fade,
The souls and minds of those around me,
Words become paper and paper becomes ash,
But powerful words can become actions,
And actions can echo across the ages,
So I find a light in the world of words and hope it will enlighten the world I have the joy to live in.