It feels like walking under a night sky,
Only to look up and see grey,
Like the stars had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
I feel swallowed up,
And as though I still house something,
Yet my body's but a hollow vessel.
With no lighthouse,
No storm to sweep me away,
I am merely a boat on a vast sea of tranquillity.
Though sometimes,
Silence is the most deafening noise of all.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
It feels like walking under a night sky,
Only to look up and see grey,
Like the stars had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
I feel swallowed up,
And as though I still house something,
Yet my body's but a hollow vessel.
With no lighthouse,
No storm to sweep me away,
I am merely a boat on a vast sea of tranquillity.
Though sometimes,
Silence is the most deafening noise of all.