Listen to the silence...
As it consumes every fragment of your being,
Listen as it gets louder,
Bleeding eardrums with its power.
It's melodically hypnotic, it demands to be heard, really listen.
You have no choice.
Listen to the screams of a friend  that has no voice.
Between the pause to catch a breath the unsaid thoughts bellows in mute.
You can't hide from something so invasive,
It's like surgery,
It exposes you.
It leaves wounds that take too long to heal.

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Between the form of Life and Life
The difference is as big
As Liquor at the Lip between
And Liquor in the Jug
The latter—excellent to keep—
But for ecstatic need
The corkless is superior—
I know for I have tried

I blossom like a lotus flower,
resilient and strong, I rise up and out
of the muddy waters that have been
holding me down far too long.

There is something so raw and glorious
about being awake before the rest of the world.
When a new day is breaking through over the horizon,
and the birds are just starting to stir.
The air is a mixture of stickiness and solitude.
The dew lines up on the blades of grass,
wanting to be the first touched by the rays of the sun.