It’s like the wind brushing through your hair in a mundane morning, you seem unchanged but still, affected
A moment unnoticed behind a curtain of noise that absorbs all chaos and all pretenses
Serene paths to the unknown is where my soul is headed, eyes closed, only moments to remember
Keep still, hold no grudge, breathe in to the silence, love the feeling of nothing
For this nothingness that’s within reach, is the only certain feat in this vast absurdity
Break hatred, build tranquility, because in this quiet moment we find the worth of a mortal
Embraced by pain, kissed by failure, nothing can compare to the feeling of this temperament once freed from this sublime agony
I am a product of silence, therefore I keep the war of my story in hiding. Now I go to sleep.