The solitude of thought

I'm a drip in the ocean.
My drenched hair floats
numb and useless
behind my head.

I'm emerging as a whim
while thinking
I'm a notion.

I'm surrounded by emptiness,
no soul to talk to,
nobody to listen.

Shall I keep you in my ears
full of salty water?
Brined past
concealed for eternity.

The encroaching wisdom tooth
fills my mouth
with bitterness.
Despite the struggle with the stomach acid
I manage to whisper sweet words.

Closing my eyes helps me to see
without glasses.
Making place for an imagined sentiment
my jaws are shoved aside by my nasal bone.

I'm invaded by feelings, smells, flavors, tones.
It's the trance before drown.
The solitude of thought.


.