The Silence.
Softly put, the Silence creeps along avoiding whispers.
Her gaze scans the room without a word.
Even the distractions don’t distract her.
Someone kisses someone they shouldn’t. Another flashes the crowd with a full moon, while others…
To write, or not to write
That is the question.
But what I am really asking myself is:
To take action, or not to take action.
That is the question, or is it?