Just a calm quiet night, and I really started to think about what silence was and what hold it had on people. Just random thoughts.

A powerless poem.

A Terza Rima styled poem. Solitude that wonderful moment of peace and tranquility when daydreams and memories come to the fore.

Creep.

My muse has a mine of its own.

The absent of external stimulation sometimes help my mental health.

I found out I was really quiet. I never really thought of myself that way.

This idea came from a time when I felt alone and I had time to gather some thoughts.

Maybe I’m better off not saying anything, guys talk about sex all the time and get girls that love them; I choose love and no girl even likes me, not to mention what happened with “Sweetness” Hushing Love… a better chance of silencing my heart.

Be Quiet.