The Noise is Worse than the Silence

Once again the beginning, yet it is later than last years' end. Time continues to puddle around my feet like treacle and holds me in place. Once more I stare out from my perch at the top of the 900 building like a caged suburban batman. No one screams in the suburbs unless another rabid fox appears or a Panera closes. Yet these hallways are full of noise and no one has anything to say. I have seen my new class rolls for the year and not a sound will escape my lips, but a tear will streak silently down to be lost in the treacle that continues to well up and even now it threatens to swallow me.