there is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter o a butterfly wings feels like a hurricane.
the moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost to the serenity of salty dreams.
when tall trees stand to attention and every leaf passes, takes a deep breath and holds it.
it is here, beneath the maddening silence, i hear your name.
an echo of you. screaming to me...an echo the moon carries trying to reach but can not touch.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
there is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter o a butterfly wings feels like a hurricane.
the moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost to the serenity of salty dreams.
when tall trees stand to attention and every leaf passes, takes a deep breath and holds it.
it is here, beneath the maddening silence, i hear your name.
an echo of you. screaming to me...an echo the moon carries trying to reach but can not touch.
