A darkness fills the room, and emptiness is created like no other. I sit still, drink in hand. Silence surrounds and flows through the air, it becomes so thick words fail to pass through it. The world sits still, for a time a tranquility is created in the depths of absolute emptiness. I find solitude in this darkness, it understands me as I understand it. For a moment in this detachment I can see everything, all that has passed, all that is now, everything that could be. It is in this moment that I distinguish between fact and fiction, forming realizations over the ideals of life. As time ticks over the true emotions are actualized. Everything falls into place, yet the silence remains. We are lost in this moment, falling through thought with no end in sight. Yet we know once the silence rolls out, when the light returns, when the moment fades away, something must change.