14/03/2017

from under the sycamore trees

It's been a while.

Since I last wrote and posted something. Since I last told someone how I truly feel. Since I last actually heard little background noise such as rustling of the leaves in a wind. Since I last slept properly and woke up without the urge to scream and to cry because the loud ringing is still in my head.

They say silence is the loudest sound. I bet someone with tinnitus came up with it.

What's this all about?

My photo
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.