Waves hitting the corner of your eye
Words refusing to leave your muted lips
A touch you take for granted
Thru the whole night
Sounds silenced by the background noise
by that noise –reminder of the relevant
the atonal background that makes our life monotonous
that makes us forget the music
in the details –vital subtleties deemed soundless
What is your silence?
What fills your day without recognition?
Is it her memory or your loneliness?
… the warmness of the blanket?
… the kindness in that dream?
Or just forced stillness in your thoughts?
Moments we decide to ignore
Experiences pushed deep into oblivion
Numbness inflicted to believe in the ordinary
Known conformity of the self who hides from oddity
Obstruction of the everyday outliers
I’ll dream ethereal realities that can’t be forgotten
I’ll take the risk, paint the canvas, unplug my ears
I’ll tell the memory, mute the silence, dance the walk, feel the touch!