March 16, 2012
The stillnes of everything
Gentle footstep on the street 
Yet I hear nothing 
Silence consumes this world 

There's peace here 
If one accepts it 
Its quiet
No Need for music 

Voices are whispers 
Screams are hushed 
The good times have passed 
Yet joy is still rushed 

For this is this is the time when we all exist 
In life and death and everything that is 
There's something here that we can't name 
Yet we can feel but cannot be tamed 

This love this fear 
This unknowing 
It keeps me going 

There is a god it's in my mind 
There is something in this time 

If all I have is 3:00am 
Then it's good enough for me

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