#27 – Silence.

The silence is aching. Cold and deserted, It flickers But not with life It is pure emptiness Devoid of meaning Devoid of substance Cashmere folds slide over each other No noise Just smoothness No edges Just planes. It envelops and caresses Softly strokes It is oppressive, yet breath still comes Like drowning in air The … Continue reading #27 – Silence.


#26 – Floating.

I feel as though I'm floating. F l o a t i n g nothing tethers me. Word are meaningless I dreamily push them away as they kiss my face Conversations that should go in Just drift past. S h h h h h It's all so quiet Yet so loud But I'm just floating … Continue reading #26 – Floating.