nothingness..
refuge from it all
the first sound of silence I've heard all day..
loud raging invisible sounds
banging round my heart to
my mind..
looking for ways to escape and unwind..
never certain what's real or a dream..
chaos - a life of its' own- is never quite what it seems..
what I seek can't be touched
won't be found going round and round..
it comes in whispers
when my heart settles down..
What I hear in the quiet calms down the riot..
grateful to walk through these moments
they're mine
time will do what time does as
i unwind...









