Posted in Pretentious Prose

Silent Night

In the dead of night, I hear nothing but your silence on the other end. The whispering echoes of words unsaid. I wonder what goes on in your head. I wonder what it’s like to peer into your soul and break through the silence. I wonder if it’s chaotic in your mind. But all I can do now is wonder. And listen. To that deafening silence between us. Hoping one day, I can hear your thoughts and not wonder anymore. 

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