white noise

amidst the white noise

there lies a peace, 

there lies a piece

of diminished words once spoken ;

now too tired to be spilt out and 

too important to be not said. 

it's a hush and murmur of infinite

reasons why life happened the way

it did. 

there lies cracks, 

there lies hums 

of when a soul screamed ; 

now at peace with everything that 

once felt so wrong. 

it's a distortion and disturbance of finite

capacities of why things felt the way

they did.