typing a word
with no goal
no expectation
of filling a space
the cloud
that rains the mornings
and the sun
that burns to exhaustion
the mind
that tires a tired soul
and when those mornings come
when you feel like there’s no control
when those evenings go
and the flow is gone
when its all the same
and the feeling is plain
then stop.
don’t run
just stop
everything
everyone
every time
stop
there’s so much noise
in your song
stop
silence is brave