in everything there is

there is solace in the solitary
silence in white noise
sometimes I scream to no one
just to hear my voice

there is emptiness in gluttony
laughter in the grim
sometimes I write for shelter
when defense feels paper thin

not only needles have a sharpness
not only glass can break
I’ve tread through life so softly
in prevention of earthquakes

swords can be double-edged
just as humans can be two-faced
sometimes we fire aimlessly
just to feel the space


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