A place.
A space.
An empty space.
With a hole (full of holes).
With a hole in the middle (accurately situated, carefully cutted).
A little bite more to the left, falling (maybe).
A big hole of space.
A bit of hole full of emptiness.
A bite of a hole fill with the space of another place.
A whole gap feeding the emptiness.
Full of nothing.
Feeling silence.
A fulling silence, to fill nothing.
A silence out of the hole runs away,
Runs away with the purpose of screaming,
That it’s going to fill this gap with lost space,
Lost space to calm down my inside noise.
But anyway, noise.
Everywhere noise,
All around noise,
Outside me noise.
And inside me
Even more noise.
Noise wanting to scape.
Noise searching for a hole.
To run away nowhere.
To run away now-here.
But why?
If anyway,
Loneliness knows
That empty silence screams louder than noise...
Anyone knows,
How empty it sounds
the screaming silence trying to shut up noise.
Peacefulness surrounding me.
(Maybe).
Silence is nowhere
Silence is now, here.
