Silence isn't heavy
Silence isn't awkward
Silence is golden
Silence is reflection and thinking
Silence is being so comfortable
That there is no need for words
Sitting with your friend
No words, just sitting
Thinking and finding
Hidden parts of yourself
In the silence
Because some things
Are easier done than said
Mindless chattering
Endless rumble of cities
Sometimes it disappears
And you feel it closing in on you
The silence
Is not a predator
In silence
You hear only your own breath
Escaping into the air
Silence is not oppressive
Silence is not deafening
Silence is golden
YOU ARE READING
Of Humans and Kings
Poetry"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
