What's in your silences
That's all I want to hear,
Echoes of your foolish lips,
From which I cannot run away.
What is in my silences,
They are the echoes that speak for me,
That which I say in verse
For fear of not seeing you here.
What am I going to do, if no one dares to speak up here?
If we can't even understand each other by looking at each other?
If you are as distant as you are close to me?
For God's sake, with you and without you I want to die!
Your pride and mine What do you get but oblivion?
Love does not win here, nor does anything else that compares;
Only the battles we have lost remain
May sentiment and some God help us!
Photographers: Laura-Lynn Petrick
Future philosopher and admirer of Vladimir Nabokov and Søren Kierkegaard. Author of “Primus Inter Pares” and “The Last Pages”. I've been looking for a place to let off steam since 1996.