Heavy, it is. To hold and to press things into the deepest part of your heart. For peace is an ideal. For arguments are evil.
What is it for to express? What is it for to tell? For no one will ever want to understand, or to listen, or even to stare deeply into your eyes and to try to absorb what's within the blinks.
Is this what they call life? Does life require communication? Is it silence?
We want silence and say "I don't wanna talk about it", but isn't that necessary to talk that we don't wanna talk about it?
For I shall make peace with my own head, keep it hidden. Let it forever be questioned. Keep it silent. Let it be forgotten.
Cileunyi,
19 April 2019
What is it for to express? What is it for to tell? For no one will ever want to understand, or to listen, or even to stare deeply into your eyes and to try to absorb what's within the blinks.
Is this what they call life? Does life require communication? Is it silence?
We want silence and say "I don't wanna talk about it", but isn't that necessary to talk that we don't wanna talk about it?
For I shall make peace with my own head, keep it hidden. Let it forever be questioned. Keep it silent. Let it be forgotten.
Cileunyi,
19 April 2019
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