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I am alone with my thoughts. My head is down, which keeps me unaware of my surroundings. I avoid eye contact. In this moment of discomfort, I sit in silence. I hide like a recluse with red webs marked clearly within my eyes. A simple glance reveals my lies. I am ashamed. In avoidance of myself, I try to cheat reality. Simply trying not to deal with obligations; always running out of time. As the last minute transcends into seconds, I find myself back on the clock. Out of options, I have to face myself. Dehydration keeps the sweat off of my brow and in the daylight I'm left exposed. Feelings of anxiety cause my own being to create a senseless sense, of panic. The silence feeds this procrastination; making mistakes, which lower my shoulders that manipulate my eyes…; to look down. I bump into Father Time. Our eyes make a timely connection. Only to be greeted with a smile and a sense of compassion that fear, itself, kept concealed. These subtle hints and special moments are up there; if you look. Above the ground and in the air, floating though the skies as time flies; precious moments...; get lost. Life's beauty puts on its mask and hides behind me. Just waiting for me to make eye contact and ask a simple question; never once giving up hope. Having more faith in me than I have in myself; seeing my true colors through my thick shades of grey. Patiently waiting for me to take that leap, which, as it turns out, has been right behind me this whole time; freeing me from the chains that cuff the closed mind. Presenting me with the gift of free will; life gambles with a winner. Knowing the importance of my journey and the lessons along the way, there's no master plan that predetermines fate. We only come equipped with an indefinable consciousness and the freedom of choice. Disarmament of clarity sets off a domino effect, of thoughts, cyclically feeding one after another, and it's magical. Without realization, a stranger passes by and I greet him with kind words and look him in the eyes. In disbelief, I stop where I stand. Instantaneously, I notice a serious change. I immediately turn back to see where he's going and he was already gone. I was left with myself alone, and I then realized that my life was being suffocated by my silence. Fear consumed my thoughts and put my tongue into knots. A closed mouth cloaked me; invisible. I've met my maker and his name is Silence; the silent killer.

Ironic Zinc 
2015
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