There's a white noise
in my mind.
Made of all the unused thoughts.
I can't stand it.
There's a static noise
among men
to prove their presence.
I can't stand it.
In absence
I'm left with my noise
of shuffling heartbeats,
of clothes on skin,
of swiveling eyes,
of existence.
I can't stand it.
In noise I crave silence.
In silence I crave noise.
In peace I crave presence.
In presence I crave peace.
In contradiction,
I crave the noise of silence
and the silence of noise.
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
