do you find it nice, that i entrust you? do you find it bothersome, that i lean my dead weight on you? do you ever grow tired of dragging a heavy bag along the ground, to an unknown destination and unknown as to when we will get there?
would you ever like to simply float, become a simple being in the wind? float away from all your cares, even for just a minute.
questions begging to be answered, yet never voiced as i quiet down and listen to the ever growing silence before me.
my only regret is that i wasn't able to listen with you; sharing wonders together. instead, i must be content with the thoughts rushing about my head and pinging off the walls like a busy dragonfly in spring, the silence becoming deafening to the point where i can no longer hear anything else. maybe this is how it feels to go deaf.
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YOU ARE READING
spent and silenced
Poezjaits a book filled with vignettes and shit i write occasionally lmao
