what if?

what if we never spoke

if words were just wind

and if wind was never there.

what if we could see the moon

and everyday we would know that

but never repeat it to anyone.

if songs were just a way of being

a liar that never spoke.

what if we didn’t need to



what if the world

the people and their friends

the friends and their things

they’d stop


“what if?”

and said

what if the way to live

is letting go

what if we only needed

the things we need

because we said so

what if life and it’s questions

the world and it’s weights

were only askings

out of idleness


what if

they could not be answered

with more questions

but only with a presence

just life. its silence

why not?

and then, what else?