Silence is the strangest thing. I crave it, chase it…& then panic when I bump into it. Sometimes we have to force ourselves to sit still with it. Chaos is more familiar…& therefore sometimes…more comfortable.

Thank you, Will. It was fun to write.;))

Cleverly penned, Fia. Amazing writing my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia no poetry is not dead it lives inside us beautiful 💕

So long as poet souls live, poetry will never die. How else would there be song?

Everything lives, dies and at times becomes resurrected. Great piece Fia.