Pauses

So with every sentence. There's this, Silence. This void of space and time. Where thought should not occur, but in my mind it does. It takes root and find's itself buried deep in the ground. It wonders why no reverberation comes to return it's original wave. It stands there in awe. Feeling every searing second waiting. It believes the depths of the earth may be infinite. That nothing will ever come back, to let it know that it's not alone in this universe. I'm finding fear. In these, Pauses. Paranoia, you've won this game. I have not overcome this burden. Just yet.