Drowning in Silence

: How are you?
: Melancholy, restless.

: Still, you want to keep writing...
pillars of how many moments?
: At thought's end, 
at feeling's beginning,
in passion's storm, 
to ease self-satisfaction,
to cross a life without expectations,
to sink into silence, to breathe easier...
I write, essentially, for this.

: Am I still in everything you write?
: You are me.