The Essence Of Who I Am

I want to write about silence

The things people never say 

The most beautiful thoughts that get left out in the rain 

The ones that represent snowflakes 

The I love you’s that you regret not saying

The I’m sorry’s that would have repaired the broken fences

Of the day to day

The letters that were never sent

Maybe there is a reason that silence is left for the dead

M.A.P

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