that little voice in the eye of the storm

Raw Emotions can spill onto a page without making a sound Which brings the greatest sense of freedom (I’ll ever allow) ‘Cause some things should Never be spoken (aloud) sometimes one’s thoughts should be kept to one’s self cause in a world full of nasty new things in which nobody changes there are some wounds no one else should ever see. So what do you do When there’s nothing but silence? What do you do When speaking has only hurt (everybody)? I sit and I write quietly softly To No one in particular But me. Finally at peace In the chaos around me