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