I was sitting there.
Listening to the airy silence you hear
When you know it isn't the time to talk.
Then I heard a sound.
It was as quiet as the noise you hear
When a feather duster sweeps across a desk.
Yet as loud as the last day of school.
A whisper of what seemed like millions of voices.
It was a simple, yet so complex, sigh.
I could hear the mourning, resent, disgust, anger.
So beautiful in its own way.
But yet, it was still so provacative.
It's the kind of feeling you get
When it has been a fantastic day,
And someone has to go ahead and ruin that for you.
And it makes you feel lost.
But you learn something from it.
It teaches you that something so small,
Can have so much affect on other small things.
I think we all know what I mean.