Junior Night Lights

Why are you sitting under that tree by yourself on such a frigid and damp Friday night? Are you listening for the crowd? I mean literally, are you listening FOR the crowd all sopping wet. It is sound that makes us seem larger than life to ourselves, a cycle of silence so aversive in numbers. An individual so brave speaking out to inner circles, you insist on being the sound in our lives from so far away. You are slow to speak but sway so contagious. You are quick to show us eyes say more than words, as light would suppress sound, you too warn of distance. Don’t sit in the dreary rain and slumber. Walk, run or stumble into the crowd at large to know that isolation is more than quiet. It is silence.