Echos

Echos

The most painful reality is that no one will ever take your voice seriously;

Your words,

Your tone,

Your volume…

It was all but nothing to them.

Walls climb fast this way,

And we live in a superficial world.

Pain is the most fundamental form of currency, and it lies in fruitful waves.

Friends aren’t real anymore, prehistoric and vacant from the places in our lives.

Selfness and greed hid beneath the phrases of “I love you, and you’re everything.” Consumed by the white lies of an evergrowing wildfire.

I am nothing but ashes under the tear-stained storms of life.

Then, there is one voice,

Off into the distance that our soul hears,

It recognizes.

And for a pregnant silence

We are heard.