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i hide in silence.
the deafening vacuum
repels the hardest of rocks.
it unnerves the unsteady
and in that space
i hide in plain sight.
on this nomadic journey
i meet a few souls
where conversations are broken by speech
we listen to each other's breath.
in the quiet
the heart beats
and with the slightest movements
a new language is spoken.
i cherish these moments
but there are times
i drift into opium induced dreams
willfully trapped by my ghost
the hand of the hand
drags me back to the world of decibels.
all things in moderation
is a tight rope.