Silence is pressing in..
These are the moments in
which our strength is tested,
our past not forgotten, but
rather lingering in the
not so distant shadows of one,
ready for the moment in
which they are called and needed.
We've gotten this far together,
but in the end, we are all
alone, left with nothing
but our hardships and
the deafening silence telling us
we can't..
I hear the silence play louder,
and it hurts to believe, but
I can't not believe..
for that would leave me even
more alone.
I was never one to think
that everything happened for a reason..
Some things just.. are, and nothing
anyone does can ever change that.
I see the night is darker than usual.
Perhaps the light has
heard the silence,
too. For something that is
so often praised, the light seems
to disappear regularly.
I try to think back to
a moment in which I trusted
the tricky bastard, but
I can't. Maybe it's because
the light has not shined
around here lately.
It's too afraid of the silence,
and I can't really blame it.
I look over to the cliffs and
call those memories.
I look intently down below,
Closing my eyes, and inhaling
the classical notes. Silence,
play your tune.
