S. i. l. e. n. t.

Sometimes everything just needs to be

s. i. l. e. n. t.

A space of quiet that reverberates in within the ears

And pierces your heart-aching soul

An incandescent

s. i. l. e. n. c. e.

In which the only thing you can hear is the beating of your heart

Pounding, sounding like teeny tiny patters of

g. l. a. s. s.

Shattering on the stone-cold floor

Rainbow shards flying through the colored air

And finding their way in to the throat of the inevitable, desirable

s. i. l. e. n. t.

Air in which you breathe

Cold, cold, cold air

Freezing your very bones, causing such

q. u. i. e. t.

Within your mind, all thoughts erased

Sent to such a

s. i. l. e. n. t.

Space.....