Solace In Silence

Being a silent observer, moving through places and meetings,

The people’s behaviour is surprisingly strange to me,

Their attempt at humourous remarks has everyone bursting in what seems like pretentious laughter;

Some of them even so loud that it causes my head to spin.

There is this almost pact-like tendency between the adults;

This kind of symbiotic relationship;

This ‘need’ for self-attainment;

A mutual agreement to comfort each others’ delusional co-existence.

They create this unheard, unseen ‘agreement’ to fulfil the illusion so as not to step outside the bounds of normalcy.

Whereas I stand out but yet I am not in the spotlight;

I am quiet in their noise;

Expressionless amid their hysterical posturing,

Sometimes, I feel like I am not even here.