The sound of silence.
He sits outside my window.
Each night I listen to his whispers.
Like a peaceful lullaby.
A certain serenity in the stillness.
I beg my mind to find peace there.
To find harmony away from the noise.
To find tranquility away from the chaos.
To find even a brief respite amongst the calm.
I close my eyes.
In the darkness the silence grows louder.
The cold embrace like a familiar friend.
One I return to time and time again.
Like a lover’s kiss.
A solitary affliction
My newest addiction.
Alone in solitary silence.
A silence so loud.
About the Creator
Christina Oswald
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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