It's late, so late that it's closer to waking up time than bed time. Still it's the only part of the day where I get any peace and quiet so I stay up knowing I'll have to pay the price later. I'm not doing anything in particular just surfing the internet until my brain turns off enough to sleep. Then I hear it, a tiny, pitiful voice through the window next to me maybe just inches away. I hear the helpless cry through the glass "Help me... help me." My blood runs cold as it does every time I hear this particular plea. I suck in my breath and remind myself, it's just a damn cat.

True Story, stray cat in my area, nearly scared me to death the first few times before I figured it out. Eventually it grew out of it, but then one of it's kittens started, it seems to be either taught or hereditary.

A quiet bus serene and filled

with slow sounds of rain and slight chatter

music playing in your headphones

and the path of trees flying by

the bus is quite smooth today

we pass the next stop with a group of six girls,

the serene peaceful still and faint sounds

Burst into a loud corruption

Of chatter and gossip

The max volume of your headphones

cannot silent the girls

Your stuck like this until you arrive to your destination.

Daire let himself go.

The water around him embraced his mortal constrains in an unfamiliar fashion, covering every inch of his skin and more as it found home inside his lungs. The cold was no longer perceptible to him. All heat had left him by this point, abandoning him to the clutches of suffocating silence.

It was almost peaceful, he mused, his vision growing dark. The sunlight barely reached to caress his face. Daire felt no reaction from his body, his soul having long since forfeited its right to the warmth.

There was nothing but him and the deathly tranquil waters, plugging his ears with its hands and filling his eyes with the vision of peace.

Daire tiredly exhaled with no air, the rippling the action caused tearing through his gentle quiet. He frowned at the feeling. It was a disturbing thing, to know that even his final moments would not be free of his mistakes.

He quickly soothed himself with the promise of release, however. There was little point to his agitation when the end was so, so near.

He let his eyes fall shut for the final time.

Bubbling force desperately crawling for the water's surface was all he heard before Daire completely faded, becoming one with the tugging abyss.