In my silence, there are chaotic noises inside; my mind mutes as still as the grave. For it is afraid to reach your ears and hear those voices. That's why I decided to transcribe it into verses, so you wouldn't notice that those were meant for you; these letters I kept in silence. Genre: Poetry © 2024 by maxlilies (Ky...
According to them, home is not always the shelter. Home can be a person, too. However, as for me, home is the chaos―the deafening noises, blinding lights, and party people. It's something that makes me live and survive. However, there's this one time that someone had tamed the howling waves. The ocean calmed, as if a...