Nothing hurts more than silence,
Silence when all we ever wanted is to hear some words of comfort,
To feel sheltered,
And powered with beliefs of someone being always behind.
Nothing pleases more than silence,
Silence when something breaks in us,
When we loose ourselves in our most desirable thoughts,
And set our souls unconditionally free,
Further than this world full of sad realities,
Full of uncertainties,
Where time and space's dimensions do not exist.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
