Talking to the Moon

These seconds or moments, whichever you want to call them, they’re the reason I forget myself. I sit here in stone silence trying to merit the peace that comes with the evening, but there is nothing to think about. My head is empty.

Right now, I'm sitting on the chair and I don't feel a thing. The room is dark, and my mind is blank. Perhaps, I do not have any debt to pay to my thoughts.