and then the silence.
it’s alive, it dangles, it shivers, a splinter of time, a note and in the middle, brilliance.
a year and two years and five years pass unnoticed, an infinite stare through the looking glass catches yet another distance, a second and a minute and an hour go by and i can change them into stone, this is the only thing i’ve ever known.
i need to keep everything else, everything else to myself.
and then the silence that i close behind me after every step, it’s awake, it’s tied, it waits, an hesitation, just a whisper and the rest is gone.
a lifetime passes unnoticed, nowhere is my place and a dozen thousand days at least, i need to be here at dawn and there at noon, nowhere is a place and i’ve left my everywheres too soon,
but then again, the silence.
it’s warm, it swims around, it never sleeps, just a moment, a hazy sound and in the middle a presence,
i’m backtracking all of it, like a mute phoneline, waiting for someone to finally breathe, but it goes like it came and i lose the imaginary connection, it goes like it came so i whisper farewell,
and then, the silence.