quiet quiet

on a completely empty space population in the middle of the silence

the night embraces silence, silence tells stories, silence creeps in, welcomes silence.

on a quiet night

the night wind carries a silent story in an empty space full of varsha rain drops wetting the recesses of the remembered soul figure that, the desire to awaken the heart, to remember shadow the ever-disappearing pseudo.

in the capture of silence, shadows are created, secrets are revealed in the dim light, in silence I whisper “I miss you” to the figure that comes to mind.

now everything seems temporary, in the distant recesses there is still a shadow that is hard to disappear.

until I realized

everything is but a meaningless shadow. A dark embrace that whispered, secrets only he knew.