All around the house, all day, solo, not speaking, silent work,

Music on, maybe Jazz, maybe Classical, but not talking, even to myself, until afternoon,

Then to myself only, music still playing, wandering convo just with me,

Still learning how my mind works and shit gets done and I sink deeper into the day and the feelings and my life,

Deeper sinking, not a bad thing, rather, a sign you’re getting down to the basics of the moment, your truer self,

Your soul,

That’s the Silent Work,

GOOD.