On tempered screens or gorilla glassesIndex fingers run sprintsMe and my is the loud cryEffusive welcomes and apple piesCrossing lines thick and thinStand-ups sometimes stepping inI thinkI, I, I, I…think.InMyHonestOpinion, they saymy opinion.ANECDOCHE Fifteen-year-olds in archaic foldsHold their stancesclose, so closeForty-year-olds get busywriting dogmas on wallsof homes.InMyHonestOpinion, they saymy opinion.ANECDOCHE Governments ramble onAirPods adorn their …
Write in Silence Now
the frivolous chatter within, fissures in your mind crammed with doubt and guilt, banters that sound like old recordschurning thoughts on bedsides ring. no visitors knocking, no more bartering, close the eyes for deep listeningbe not deceived, the sounds of this world are forever convoluted. the perfect acoustics of silent spaces, grow naturally like the …
A Hundred Quills 