unspoken (044)

I collect silences,
in the forest, or in the city, or on a train
sometimes with a camera, in solitude

great joy this brings, disconnected
from bla bla bla,
or triiing triiing … triiing
the sound of my footsteps — the song of a bird — the rythm of the wheels
“the next stop of this train isssss … “
— all part of this silence —

deep, somewhere in my head, the silences reside
nobody listens to them
me, their only audience


Picture by bvdb (whoisbert) february 2019 – @home – Nikon D3300 – x_dsc_8471


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