In Moments of Silence

In moments of silence,
We question
What is it that makes us, Us.

When stripped of the things we thought we have control of:
The words, the choices, the senses, the memories.
What is left?

In moments of silence,
I question.

I have yet to arrive at an answer.
Maybe the silence is it.
Maybe it’s all I need, and all I want to be.

2 thoughts on “In Moments of Silence”

Beautiful… Sometime nothing is as perfect as silence

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2 thoughts on “In Moments of Silence”