Silence
I guess you think it's Golden.
I guess you think it's nice.
I guess you you think it's peaceful, lovely,
audible eidelweiss.
But me, I just can't stand it.
I'd rather hear you scream.
I'd rather hear my bones break, shattering,
than quietly kneel and seem.
So, please, say something, sometime.
Say anything you want.
Say anything you feel or think,
only stillness taunts.
-par
8 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
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