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.