What happens when its quiet?
When there's nothing left to say,
When woods, and fields,
Aren't miles away.
When roads are quiet and footsteps are the only thing interrupting your thoughts?
Which,
Are always louder alone.
Birds always sing louder when they're  alone.

Anxiety likes to stand on my chest.
And cool breezes, and sunsets,
And quiet roads,
seem to be the only thing,

That reminds me,


I'm me.