Silence, oh silence. How worried I am by being surrounded by you, instead of bringing peace you make me wonder what's happening outside, there where I can't listen. Silence, wonderful silence. What a wonderful thing not having to listen to useless voices anymore. Silence is what comes out of me when you pretend to be there but you're not, your mind is absent, my words are not there, why would they be? And those moments where you let me talk endlessly, but everything fades away, as does fake snow on the ground, how awful they are. Silence, the noise that escapes from your kisses, the void in my room, good memories, bad feelings, all of it looks like silence. But the beating of my heart. Then music, and rhythm, and life; everyday stories to be writen.
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