The Silence Knows
The silence reverberated off the walls entering my soul. Strangely unaffecting the feelings of unsettledness. I wish I could be as calm as the quiet. How it hangs in the air permeating my very thoughts. It commands composure and a respectful act we play when really we wouldn't care if each other ended up in the grave. Maybe the silence would mourn for us. Who really knows? Placid looks abound and every face the same. Is any of this real or sincere? Oh the silence is thats for sure. We could cut it with a knife. Immersed in our own worlds and words, motions and games. Why do we do any of this?The Silence Knows
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