When leaving quietl

Not a single word,

out in the world,

the biggest mistake

is the desire to tell,

to let someone know,

when parting on good terms;

it is much easier,

to leave in silence,

to part in pain.

The real strength

is found behind the smile;

not even an inch hunch to the crowd,

even the one who resides in the house,

to go through the motions, we have been taught,

to go through the motions, we have been trained;

there is not an easy way out,

but trust in the walk, a spy in the hide,

the plan in the back;

once made the decision,

with thoughts of doubt in the mind,

the fears making the time stall,

be sure to practice,

to drop the thoughts to retrace the past,

to drop the guilt to be able to live with life,

in hopes of knowing,

there is nothing good that holds too long,

but that one mistake can prolong,

through the air of the past,

the stories become bent,

the end of shame is pointing,

more emotion mounts,

more the cost to the indicating,

don't go for overshare,

what goes on in the mind,

is a simple fact that nobody can rationalize,

be casual about the transition,

simply don't stiffen and hold,

with the anticipation of changing,

just let it go, let it go,

help has an ear,

to the curiosity of knowing,

because there is always articles to not see,

to not hear,

and with all the ignorant greed,

this will beam through the world,

to fill the page,

take that detour,

an evening of a normal walk,

to the mountains,

to walk among the dense forest,

to walk beside a wary river,

the silence of words,

the noise of undomesticated birds,

the bare feet on the ground,

the roar of fear, privily from underground,

drops the death of pain,

running for life and the finding,

that is how the world sounds,

to operate with everything just clicking,

And when confronted with something, out of the ordinary,

cornered to not make much sense, becomes the reality,

Do not escape,

but create the turbulence,

to sink into the sounds,

drowning out the words,

quelling the noise,

Do not promise until death binds,

do not weigh the breath of life,

float with signs of relief,

leaving everything between careless breaths,

Do not let the grief lessen the time,

Mark the place with a stop, then climb,

after all, the end,

A dust in the wind,

Know, the fear of fighting,

the tears washed from the eyes,

do not put into a definition of weakness,

but to raise a handshake in solidarity,

standing firm on the ground,

Not a word,

out, in the experience of the world,

A faceless walkaway,

by the lens of heavy night,

turning into a beam of light,

painting quiet picture word action,

not knowing about tomorrow,

but willing to see.

to have all the things align,

And in the face of something, perhaps something a bit,

not normal, ganged up on make much sense, becomes,

don't-obscuring the reality,

don't run away,

but, be the disturbance,

to dissolve into the sounds,

to wash away the words,

to silence the noise,

don't commit to until death do you part,

don't reflect on life,

to drift with hope,

leaving it all, in-between the careless breaths,

don't allow the sorrow to be a thief of time,

Make the mark, then climb,

after all, the end,

a dust in the wind,

Know, the apprehension of battle,

the weeping of the eyes,

don't hold in a context of weakness,

but to raise the handshake in solidarity,

both feet planted,

not a word of it,

out, in the experience of the world,

a faceless walk-away,

through the lens, the heavy dark night,

takes shape with a beam of light,

delivering the quiet picture word action,

the possible unknown of tomorrow,

a willingness to find out.