I always listen, even when no one is speaking.
It listens when everyone is speaking.
But not to the words, but to the hum of the heart.
To the hidden intentions and forgotten personifications.
The past, present, and future scream an audible shrill of agony.
And as they are forgotten and not sought for a person becomes deaf to themselves.
Listen to the silence, it speaks louder than words ever could.
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Unsheathed Heart
PoetrySome wisdom you must learn through the heart rather than the mind. Unsaid thoughts and unspoken feelings. A book of unspoken ideas that I was either too smart to say or too ignorant and weak to utter.
