I witnessed something in the space of our silence.
The crash of a star scorched your fingers and toes
And fears decomposed where we stood face to face
But the thundering trace of my unease came to rest
Upon the muddy banks of our stillness.
And in that vociferous silence lingered a howling wind.
So loud, so angry, so furious that it set our lungs alight.
Roots snuck through lifeless turf to visit
Our pitiful remains of what was left and livid
We made a swampland out of this quiet.
happy never happy try happy trigger happy.