Photo by Nick Fewings on UnsplashSilence is golden
and sometimes it feels olden.
Stiff.
Stale.
Sour.
Not something to be devoured —
rather something to savor.
Because the world is now so fast,
and loud.
Like the thoughts in my head.
I honor silence,
and I crave it,
but it’s so hard to find
in…