2.20.12 7:45pm Eastern Time.
Silence.
Complex and deafening to the shrill sound of a baby's scream awakening careless souls
It's a caring voice in unavailing darkness but you don't have it right.
It doesn't shine nor hear guilty apologies
blind to ignorance it embraces and recognizes bliss.
It is not to be disregarded
it's dancing to a song you don't know the words to.
It's a bustling city with a beautiful accent
accepting patience with open arms til it fills your being flooding you with wisdom
it's the hoot of owl amist the open trees
it's the echo of church bells through tainted ears
selfless and courageous it quietly rages,
blaring like an alarm to the narrow minded.
It's welcoming the uninvited and tempting those who have no clue.
It's screaming at the top of your lungs
and not being able to hear your own voice.
It lives on memories and thrives on experiences.
It's the splash of a puddle,
your favorite song,
it's loneliness at it lowest but self understanding at its peak
deaf to worlds ignorance
a soundless purity.
-G.T
blaring like an alarm to the narrow minded.
It's welcoming the uninvited and tempting those who have no clue.
It's screaming at the top of your lungs
and not being able to hear your own voice.
It lives on memories and thrives on experiences.
It's the splash of a puddle,
your favorite song,
it's loneliness at it lowest but self understanding at its peak
deaf to worlds ignorance
a soundless purity.
-G.T
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