Nobody understands silence any more.
They don't respect peace,
they get annoyed by tranquillity,
they escape their own problems,
drown their sorrows in constant babble.
There is no peace any more.
They, he, she, you, me, we.

Resting is underrated, so
they talk and they talk, about
problems of someone else's, never
solving their own inadequacies, never
respecting our will for peace.

I just want to be able to go
to the beach, the library, the café
and read and sit and think, while
I look out the window (people walking by).
They don't find beauty in silence any more.
Why don't they understand the simplest of things?

Just silence and me.
We would, and do, go well together.
Just me.
Just silence.
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