How could one try mend or bend truth or time ...everlasting... Surreal say eye even though truth can't of shan't be seen with see with not through the untrained or untamed eye
Prior to the existence of mine flactuating  heartbeat silence spoke in a sincere tone...
Ever gentle ...kind and considerate
The noise of thought that sought to sort things out as they pan out ...
Now what was once spoken in silence was said aloud...I spoke
...and said not a word