Silence was a bliss
Yet...
It gives me a distress
Hunting by a memories
That buries for a years.
Bliss is like an Elysian fields
You can do whatever you want. You can do without judgment because its a paradise like heaven.
You can appreciate this heaven if the solitude within.
But something happened...
Solitude was my friend
Not until they give me a nightmares
Nightmares...and it turns into a reality.
Is that a prophecies? I guess....
Still a mysterious nightmares.
Can't even find the real answer.
||Eaves||
YOU ARE READING
When Tounge Can't Speak
PoesíaA masterpiece of mine;where I can't speak and my hands are shaking to write what's going on my mind.
