Silence is still  Close.

It plays with me,

Refreshing my Life,

Stopping Everything,

Questioning…

Not allowed to “Sleep”, nor to “Dream”,

just “Here and Now” (but “different”),

Ornament-free, Brutal, and Humble.

At times Screaming, at times Caressing

at times so Sharp that it gets Scary…

Turning All Upside Down,

Downside Up.

Cracking and Reconstructing,

Questioning or Destroying Importance and Meaning,

Freezing or Warming…

Dear Friend

Dear like the Mountain