The compassion of the inanimate
Albeit beautiful, it's foreign
A strange touch of a warm breeze
The silence of an unfamiliar town, was not haunting,
It was serene
You inhale the purity of nature, a deep breath, disrupted by the stench of faint poisons
yet nothing takes away from the comforting stasis
The grace of silence
an empathetic silence
"living doesn't need to be...
A strange touch of a warm breeze
The silence of an unfamiliar town, was not haunting,
It was serene
You inhale the purity of nature, a deep breath, disrupted by the stench of faint poisons
yet nothing takes away from the comforting stasis
The grace of silence
an empathetic silence
"living doesn't need to be...