Inhalation of air to soothe the life and lungs, giving way to a beating heart and sigh

“Hello,” a word of greeting into a world wearing pretend smiles

“Fuck off,” genuine for those receiving the the truth of a worlds heart

“Listen…” an order of making for sure the demise.

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There is truth when talking with the shadows following each and every placement of the feet. /to feel the wind, dust in the eyes, water from the sky, even laughing at bunnies.

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“How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do to make you feel peace?” A question making no sense when said by humans as they pretend to feel something, anything other than disgust and hate towards what is inside me.

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To fight a world, to destroy a world is easy in the silence leaving the success of screams.

To live in a world full of so many words in so many languages; trying to find which ones are real and which are nothing more than a disguise and make believe…

and yet…

when hearing a child learn of words, of speech, wonder in their voices. So simple. So serene. So real. Only a child knows the truth of words as they still are of the age where they still are cloaked in feathers of an angel, still feeling the hand of God, still in the wonderful part of the growing dream.

What words are accepted laying old upon a death bed surrounded by the very thoughts of minds speaking endless? So many words to ponder. So many words to remember. So many words and yet still comes the silence of darkness.

To pass into the light of reality leaving the disguises of words behind. Feeling the warmth, the joy, the peace, the contentment where words are not needed. Eyes closed eternal as the clock stops ticking on the wall, lips never more to move or utter; kissing now the silence of the dream.