This is where the world caves in
upon itself
The gentle cascade
of voices, sounds,
breaking like surf on the terrible silence
of 3am.

This bed is a beach tonight
an island lost to sea,
under an empty sky.
These words are a million grains of sand
running through my fingers.
As hard as I try, I cannot hold them
for more than an instant.

This is where the world ends,
and time comes crashing down
breaking the silence with everything,
anything, nothing.
This is a stopped clock,
and the sound of the waves
rolling in.