Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

Silence 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…

--

--