You are silence
at the bottom of the eyes of every sight,
chased by the wind whistling around the corners
and echoing to you in farewell.
But if you stayed here in your silence,
you would hear your heartbeat
and know you were alive.
You are silence
at the bottom of the eyes of every sight,
chased by the wind whistling around the corners
and echoing to you in farewell.
But if you stayed here in your silence,
you would hear your heartbeat
and know you were alive.
The Spirit of Truth