surrounding you
surrounding us
surrounding
there is noise in the evening
for blessings to come
for fortune to go
for harm or for tango
and in the night
in the darkness that you express
that we you i have in mind
for we do not claim them to our kind
for silence is sometimes the option
the choice to stay silent and a new condition
arises.

for we
like the silence

for we
hate it as well

for me
it's feeling alone
it's acting as if i can defend myself when i have no shell

and silence
is a marvel
silence is the possibilities and the fear
the consciousnesses that disappear

it's the voices that exist in your head
that are not spoken but loud they've made
your mind its own enemy it revels in misery
it's the hopeful voices that never stay
it's the hopeful voices that never say
that honesty is doubtful
when you're the only one to think.

but most above
there is one voice
the voice of the evenings and the eerieness of the days long past and the days' long mess
the voice that is unheard of for it does not exist
the voice that exists yet is silent
your voice
your own voice, in your thoughts
condemned to doubt and regrets
that despite having its place in your mind
will never find peace at any time

but as any word you speak vanishes into the translucid glass
of the cinema lens unrecording
your inner voice will remember
and in silence will it go back
to slumber.