It's eerily quiet outside tonight. The wind doesn't even disturb the silence pervading the night. The seemingly haunted slience won't even let go after a quick drive down the street. There is nothing but ones own self. Quiet reflection seems to be the course for tonight in this neck of the woods. The only thing to do is let the silence seep into your bones and consume the marrow until there is nothing in this world that can make a sound. I can hear my heart beating. That noise and that alone keeps me company this evening as I stand outside. So much coursing through my mind, so much to think about and so much more that keeps creeping to the surface. Dead kings long forgotten can hear more than I can at this point. My thoughts grinding endlessly as a steam locomotive would sound through the quiet and still neighborhood. They do not let me sleep. I dream, but I dream what I cannot have and what I've wanted long since before I can remember time. I want some peace. I want the proverbial. I want the reality and the dream.