There's silence.
And there are sounds;
Plenty of them.
Loud ones and silent ones,
Gentle and angry ones,
Lovely and evil ones,
Soft and sharp ones.
And then there's silence.
Why is there silence?
When the sounds are getting too much,
Sounds change to noises.
Noises are exhausting after a while,
We're searching for silence.
And when we don't find silence,
Then we search for
Silent,
Gentle,
Loving and soft sounds.
But when there are only
Loud,
Angry,
Evil and sharp sounds in ourselves;
Where do we find silence?
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My Mind Is A Mess
Poetry... kurze lyrische Texte über Depressionen... German & English TRIGGER WARNING (versteht sich von selbst)
