In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet. In a moment the world stops spinning and you are no longer falling. Silence screams louder than
the thoughts that race through your mind. At this time.
No longer falling for sound.
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
No longer falling for sound
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet. In a moment the world stops spinning and you are no longer falling. Silence screams louder than
the thoughts that race through your mind. At this time.
No longer falling for sound.