Nowhere Can The Golden Light Stay
As night birds call softly to the sky
cicadas and crickets noisily singing
as the golden hour slowly drifts by.
Sound of Silence
Catastrophe is my duration
disseminating destruction.
Confusion is my interval
factoring mistakes’ integral.
Silence
i don’t know how, but
a sudden jolt inside my heart
tells me the melody of its song
has changed
Silence.
All I know is silence envelops the universe. Along with darkness, it binds us in an eternal void that can be both pristine and dire. Silence is hallow. It is inevitable. It is natural. It causes us fear; it reminds…