Silence

The quiet is never ending.
It sneaks up behind you,
Draws you in its secret haven.
Into its secret world.
It hides there, unscathed from this world of turbulence,
of havoc, of blistered glamour.
It’s so pure, so untouched, and so perfectly complacent in its beauty.
It does nothing, yet it does everything all at the same time.
But still like everything in this world,
its fragileness is its Achilles heel.
And just like me,
It can be shattered.







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