Updated: Jan 12

There is silence all around.

Silence at the moss covered fence of a park that used to support a cemetery.

Silence amongst the languages you can not yet understand.

Silence in the trees. The birds.

Silence in the old Soviet warehouse that had once been abandoned which now houses student art and falling walls.

Silence under the full moon in the cemetery where the fallen take their final rest after fighting a war in the 1940s.

There is silence all around. It will find you.

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