Silence really is the only “end all,
Cure all” solution to the war of words between yourself and your personal demons.
No other solution makes sense for a battle only your regrets can win,
Finding yourself asking afterwards,
What if I did this or made that happened?”
A conundrum that has and never will be solved regardless of our daunting efforts.
Another question only able to be answered when you give It the chance to show you how It does its work.
No matter how much you try describing it,
It’s almost as if it manifests inside of your lips and seals shut like a flower hiding it’s beauty behind each petal they posses,
Engorging your body with an essence of peace you haven’t quite felt before…
The kind of peace you’d implore the entire world to seek whenever Tragedy is doomed to strike,