As the night falls upon us, it hits me,
it stroke in like a granate to leave me with a deafening ear buzzing.
As there is nothing more to this moment than the awareness of our silence…
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
silent hush
As the night falls upon us, it hits me,
it stroke in like a granate to leave me with a deafening ear buzzing.
As there is nothing more to this moment than the awareness of our silence…
