. . .

She was putting stars in my soul

With her tender words

My mind could not withhold

All the emotion I had felt…

-the sincerest


The hot glowing ash from my cigarette caught the hand of the wind and was guided into my eye.

 Street lights melting into my perception, the bass from my music had been silenced, silenced by the chaos of the wind.

 As the wind screamed by my ears I could not hear anything around me.

The wind whispers something among the chaos.

 “Silence is the key, pride is the letdown, being humble is the joy.”

Then I quickly noticed the wind was not screaming, but instead it was silencing my insecurities, and hiding my fears from my heart.