Jan 2013
Close your eyes,
Spill your words.
Say it all,
Listen to nothing.
Simple bliss,
longing comfort.
Let it out,
breath it in.
Tell the walls,
tell them everything.
No words to feedback,
all you ever needed.
Stationary object,
never leaving.
Spill your words.
Say it all,
Listen to nothing.
Simple bliss,
longing comfort.
Let it out,
breath it in.
Tell the walls,
tell them everything.
No words to feedback,
all you ever needed.
Stationary object,
never leaving.
This poem is a realization i had a couple of months ago. The walls in your house are something that can be altered and changed but never taken away. They have no words, but they have ears. Maybe walls are the best listeners anyones ever had- and every needed.
