What silence knows
what silence knows
the soft drone of the fridge another morning blurred by blue light a quiet hum inside my chest i watch the dust motes dance in the digital sunbeam they have no deadlines no unread messages just slow descent my tea is cold a testament to distraction to the endless scroll the curated ache of someone else's perfect sunset i wonder if the streetlights feel lonely too blinking into dawn after everyone's gone home or never left their screens there's a playlist for this feeling i haven't found it yet or maybe i am the playlist stuck on repeat a yearning for a quiet place where the algorithms cannot reach just the rustle of leaves and the slow exhale of simply being.
Dada...
the soft drone of the fridge another morning blurred by blue light a quiet hum inside my chest i watch the dust motes dance in the digital sunbeam they have no deadlines no unread messages just slow descent my tea is cold a testament to distraction to the endless scroll the curated ache of someone else's perfect sunset i wonder if the streetlights feel lonely too blinking into dawn after everyone's gone home or never left their screens there's a playlist for this feeling i haven't found it yet or maybe i am the playlist stuck on repeat a yearning for a quiet place where the algorithms cannot reach just the rustle of leaves and the slow exhale of simply being.
Dada...
