It's quiet.
Real quiet.
I'm up in the clouds,
hair tangled in the grass,
Feet stuck to the ground.
I want It to always be like this.
Instead of the sound of swords slicing through the air trying to scratch or stab the person on the other end.
I like the quiet place.
My mind drifts and I see things.
Happy things.
I hate waking up sometimes cause I realize it's always a dream.
I just want the world to be quiet.
I don't want anymore swords slashing.
Please just let me be safe,
In the sweet sound of silence.
The louder they get the quieter I am.
I'm starting to get real quiet now.
What can I say?
What can I do?
Nothing.
So I'll just keep my head in the dirt with new words swimming through my head.
Aching for the quiet.
Waiting for the war to end.
So with my head laying down and my feet on the ground I close my eyes and sing for silence and listen to the winds music letting myself go.
It's real quiet now.
I plant my arms on the ground hands facing down and breathe in the air.
It's quiet, real quiet.
Now I can drift away into another world where my worries are nonexistent and I'm just a little speck of a sparkle in the sky.
Shining and singing the song of silence.