The silence envelops me. It hushes and talks at the same time. Sometimes it even screams. But not now. Now it’s just quiet, like I’m in my own bubble, like I’m inside the eye of the storm. I can hear love in the absence of noise, but also the sound of fear and screaming.
I try to stop it, I try to calm the storm, but sometimes control is out of anyone’s reach. We are strong, but also so vulnerable. To survive, to not get swept away, we have to reach out.
We need the warmth of another hand, because it can be cold and lonely behind our walls
We need to sit silent to survive the howling chaos around us.
I am not your carpet ride
I am the highway
I am not your blowing wind
I am the sky
I will never let go of your hand
I will wait for the calm after the storm
So just stay with me