They say silence is golden.
But it’s a heavy weight to bear.
It glimmers—shines—with too much density there,
compressing against memory, revealing a shine still there.
Gold is desired for wealth,
but memory doesn’t live in it—
just a cold element,
no ache of confusion,
only a stillness filled with despair.
It rests without a moment,
no reason why everyone stares.
Silence is golden—
but not when no one is there.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
They say silence is golden.
But it’s a heavy weight to bear.
It glimmers—shines—with too much density there,
compressing against memory, revealing a shine still there.
Gold is desired for wealth,
but memory doesn’t live in it—
just a cold element,
no ache of confusion,
only a stillness filled with despair.
It rests without a moment,
no reason why everyone stares.
Silence is golden—
but not when no one is there.
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