Silence is a noisy sound.
Shouting and complaining about everything.
Muffled noises are much better.
They don't brag or tug on your shoulder.
Excess of sound is somehow
Quieter.
There's nothing more odious than absentees of sound.
Every space between the tick and the tock.
Every passing second between the words we speak.
Pure silence.
No echo of speech.
Whispers are better heard.
Mute is banging inside my head.
Silence is a noisy thing.
Screeching and complaining about everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this Zach. It's so true lol.