No words slip from my tongue. No words emerge from my fingertips as they race across the keyboard. No words spill from my mind, trace the recesses of my brain, leave my lips with the taste of butterscotch. I have traveled far and wide, from one pole to the other then so far west I'm back in the east, but I still have no words. No words to describe this feeling, the one at the back of my throat every time I speak, the one tingling at my fingertips whenever I press them against the keys, the ones zigzagging my mind from dawn to dusk and even after that. No words to describe the tightness of my chest, whether from the way she tucks her hair behind her ear or the weight of today on my shoulders. The thoughts -- I chase them, but they always slip away just as I can feel them in my grasp. No words, no thoughts, no way to finish this poem not when it's ever-flowing, ever-growing, ever-changing, ever-there.
Chaos will be inside the head in the time of turbulence. You can't write your chaos because you don't want that chaos last forever. Someone means so much to you, even when that has nothing to do with him/her. When your biggest dream and blessing was him/her, and there is noway for hope. Feel the time when being silent you have to stop a world of million dream. You may stay silent because you don't want in anyway to make him/her feel hurt. You don't want their precious time to be in vain. You don't want to disturb him/her. You don't want to see beloved sad. But you don't want to stay like this, either. Then you may write when something stimulates the inner being, You are silent, not because you like it. You are silent, not because it makes you calm. You are silent because you may feel weak. You are tired that's why you may be silent. You are silent, because you know who is inside your head. You are silent because, you do not complain. You are silent because you can't scream. You are silent because you have to. You are silent because that is a way better than being insane. You are silent, he/she knows, why?
Even after all you will find their vibe sound to the soul. You will stay silent because they matter. Even in silence you find a god in them. Feel the time.