it's quiet, but there's still a sound I can't hear I've been listening for days but it doesn't seem to come in clear
like the dust that dodges my hand in the air I can't quite grasp it, but i know it's there
is this the sound of indifference-- will I ever know? or is this dust from the days I refuse to let go?
it's quiet, but I'm tuning up my ear this silence unearths these dusty tears I can't crack through it, or even let it be I let the silence dismantle me