the irony of stability.

the steadiness shakes my thoughts
and I strain to hear
the voices inside...
yet I find strange comfort
in your predictability.

ahh...the irony of stability.
it rings in my mind.

deafened by the silence...
blinded by the stillness...
i have become numb to
that single finger that's tightly wound
around my heart.
yet, how strangely comforting...

calming.
soothing.
ethereal.

ahh...
the irony of stability.
we all fall victims to it.

when it speaks, we so well
heed it.
then...

we all fall down.

damn.