To My Neighbor with the Belt Sander on a Lovely Evening When I’m Trying to Enjoy My Book after a Day of Meetings and Migraines

10 Thursday Aug 2017

Posted by Jared in Poetry, Writing

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We fill the silence with ourselves.
Afraid of absence of stillness of soundless.
The truth we hear when nothing speaks.