Dec 3, 2018 · 1 min read
The Silence I’ll Never Find
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On this moon, we have always been standing in between doors,
Never to learn how to light up the lantern.
Turned despair into many forms:
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He is laying on the floor, avoiding conversation.
She is talking to the wall, avoiding obligation.
I keep making decisions, feeding my emotion.
They are high, running from commotion.
We?
We keep coming back for delusion.
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I thought i was save below all that.
But no matter how far, rain will always fall down,
Down,
Down,
Dripping down through the pipes, yet to stop.
Stop,
Please stop the noises.
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Everything went black.
Then i realized, the solitude amplifies my thoughts.
