The Pause

"It could be worse I suppose, it could be just the same old bullshit." - Palomba

"And there it is, the careful pause you place in your rhythm to lull people into believing that the brilliant thing you are about to say was thought of just now and not polished and preened over until you reach that point where to not share it with your audience would be a veritable crime."- T.O Hob's Ruse

How far they come in just a moment, moving forward at a speed we'd forgotten existed. They needn't slow down though, only exercise a bit of caution.

Last night I had a wicked dream of an unfamiliar place, a cold dark place populated by a blind and silent people. In this place I wandered, lost in the memory of sound and light.

I dreamt I was in a car and driving down a familiar street that I had never seen before. It left me wondering about a good many things, such as why I was here in the first place when I could have been in so many other places that had no resemlance to a place I used to love. There were people I knew and in the brief moment before the dream shifted I knew that I was only there to see them. And suddenly the familiar became the well known, and I was in the midst of old plots and well worn plans.

I felt them. Those who have left me behind. I knew they were well, and had now given me leave to move on myself.

There is still time.

There is still work to be done.

And as the screams fill my ears with those familiar haunting noises...I stop and wonder. How many times can you hear the voices that never were?