The nothingness it comforts me, my ears could hear a pin drop

My fears can wait another day, my gears stop grinding tear drops

My worries calm, my woes disperse, the Rorschach reads like clear blots

A blank page for the author who always writes my faith in have nots

In that quiet nothings real…but it’s a battle that’s uphill

Because everything holds some weight…and makes a real appealing case

It’s the Duality of perception that I wrestle with every day

While clinging to every moment that the silence gets its way