Silence is golden
If the words left unspoken
Let us acknowledge the void
Everyone tries to fill with
NOISE!
Choose instead to remain active within the quiet
Evading the need to fill the space between with words that are meaningless.
About the Creator
Glory Anna
An over-thinker just looking for an outlet, I love to entertain, to jive, and debate! Join me on this journey of conversation and questioning. Fiction, sci-fi, horror, action, metaphysics, beauty and introspection Revolution loves company!
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Wow, this was great! Impressive writing, good luck on the challenge!😊