Silence

Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-
The silence...
You just lay there in bed...
In the silence...
And search for a reason to get up,
But you can't find one...
All there is, is silence...
And the tick-tock of the clock beside you...
It plays in your head, destroying your senses...
You turn to your right, to the window beside you...
And gaze out into the night.
The moon is out.
It's not a crescent.
Nor is it a full moon.
It's a half of a moon.
Why is it? That no one draws a half moon?
Why is it always either a crescent or a full one, but never a half?
Or why doesn't anyone draw a new moon?
One that doesn't appear in the night sky at all?
It's not that it's unnatural, or ugly in anyway...
It's just that no one pictures it half, or as a new moon...
No one ever sees all the details about something we see everyday...
When you pass someone on the street, you just consider how they look...
"She's pretty" or "He's really fat"
Something along the lines of that.
Why do we never consider...
"She's probably really dumb" or "Maybe he's really kind"
We never see the whole picture...
We never see the facts...
We never see what a person might be...
We never see what a person really is...
Until...
You turn to your right, to the window beside you...
And gaze out into the night.
The moon is out.
It's not a crescent.
Nor is it a full moon.
It's a half of a moon.
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Tick-
The silence...
You just lay there in bed...
In the silence...
And search for a reason to get up...
But you can't find one...
All there is, is silence...
All there is, is...
Silence.