Dark Smoke

02/08/2015.

.

.
This land has become so quiet,
like the eastlands,
where ghosts resides,
yet one can hear the welcoming silence humming through the mountaintops down to the valley.
Here,
nothing is heard,
only the cobwebs like ropes that holds you,
begging you to stay and camp for the night are seen.
The loneliness draw out the joy
in you,
Illuminating the secrets you never thought to share.
Wake up guys...
lets make this club a place where noise can respect the
nature of our silence.

(Thinking out loud)