Silence is an apartment full of room
but empty without a vase.
It’s 2am echoing back.
Not good. Not bad. Just quiet.
It’s for a mind that lingers too long,
waiting for the heart to catch up.
Silence is a story with no ending,
only a quiet what if.
It’s the space between disbelief and hope.
Laughter and anger.
A smile that marks your cheeks
while tears fill your eyes.
It’s the thirst for more
because absence spoke first.
Silence is a letter sent to reality,
asking for a say.
It knows when chaos left and peace knocked on your door.
It knows you, sitting back,
staring at the sky,
remembering.
Because silence also knows
the cry of your inner child.
Their innocence.
Their patience.
Their joy.
Still there.
Still yours.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Silence is an apartment full of room
but empty without a vase.
It’s 2am echoing back.
Not good. Not bad. Just quiet.
It’s for a mind that lingers too long,
waiting for the heart to catch up.
Silence is a story with no ending,
only a quiet what if.
It’s the space between disbelief and hope.
Laughter and anger.
A smile that marks your cheeks
while tears fill your eyes.
It’s the thirst for more
because absence spoke first.
Silence is a letter sent to reality,
asking for a say.
It knows when chaos left and peace knocked on your door.
It knows you, sitting back,
staring at the sky,
remembering.
Because silence also knows
the cry of your inner child.
Their innocence.
Their patience.
Their joy.
Still there.
Still yours.
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