frustration
as little as picking up a dropped napkin that seems to continue to fall
wanting to understand the madness of not closing the door, a fever brews
space to breath, but too much closes the waves encountered even in silence.
the beauty behind silence is the unspoken thoughts of two completely different minds
once the alignment has captured its indearment in truth all things flow with tunes
humming in silence, tapping the side of the car door, breathing into a beat that creates random codes
no words
yet the air is filled with more
a picture is created
living in the presence of the movement of every switch your body makes
no credit to be taken
only a smile to be thankful for
About the Creator
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