intoxicated || poetry

100'

8.21.19

there was a feeling of emptiness in the air,
fluttering, filled with the soft sound of grey flower petals that fall from the sky

but the silence, the silence of the air was deafening, smothering; suffocating the lungs of the flowers that breathed nearby.

the questions floated in the air; who, where, why-
who, where, why and the emptiness of the place was so heavy, the silence was so loud

the emptiness was so heavy and the air was so loud that not even a flower petal
dared to breathe.