Way too loud
when I try to listen.
No one's ever quiet.
My brain can't take these sounds.
That silence
when you open your window
at night, alone,
and you hear so much
but so little.
That silence
of opening your window
where you feel safe enough
to close your eyelids
and listen to whatever
your brain wants you to hear.
That silence
when your thoughts finally shut down
while looking at the sky.
As if nothing mattered;
as if all your worries
had been solved on their own.
That silence
when the only thing you hear
is your breath and the fresh air
you haven't felt in years.
When silence feels more like home
than everything else in this loud world.
YOU ARE READING
~my poems~
PoetryPoems I write that mean the world to me:) I am trying my best to put my thoughts into pages of words for you to read. 🤟🏻love you
