Rambling

Was it days like these that made us old enough to dream? thought Raymond nibbling on a sizable triangle of cheese..
He sat still and devoured the silence that swallowed his thought...
Maybe Tomorrow will rise pregnant with the fruits of possibility?...He followed in a bold second thought...As silence grew stronger and deafened him, Raymond knew that as life seeped in through the pores of his being, he was dying. Surprised at his lack of fear he dared to ask why?.
Silence marched ever closer.