Silence
At times it is unbearable
At times it is calm and soothing
At times it is a divastating heartbreak
At times it is peaceful
Sometimes it grows distances between us
At others it brings us closer
We’re fascinated by words
But where we meet is the silence between them
And now there is silence up to infinity
There is so much dust in our cluttered minds
That we don’t see things right in front of us
How many senses have we lost before?
How many universes have we missed?
How much does it take to change our lives?
Do we need hearing sense to hear our own thoughts?
This miracle has moved us away from outer
Towards our inner voice
I’m not a writer
I’m not a poet
I am the movement of my thought
There is magic in the attempt to see beauty in everything
After all, we are also what we have lost