it’s the silence

Everything you see is still

Everything you don’t begins to move




everything starts to become part of you until there’s no room left

and then some

it’s the silence

that makes my ears ring

allowing my thoughts to arise

all of them

the silence is a virus

when alone

without accompaniment of birds and trees

just a bed and wallls

a box

like a brain

absent of nutrients



it’s the moments we return too

our boxes

of mind

in body

but without

it’s this silence

tells me I’m crazy

it’s that silence

that does me in

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