shh

chill.

sail.

float.

things that need to happen.

if not, diaster.

not a word.

not one.

will ever be spoken again.

if so may the damned never raise.

and the great never fall.

never again will there be hope.

or joy.

or peace.

only upset.

and dissatiscation.

but if no words are spoken.

joy will return but not true happiness.

peace will be seen only through the eyes of bitten tounges.

so a choice.

getting what is desired for a short time along with terror.

or...

the joy of knowing everything is fine but feeling empty.?

no more.

quiet.

silence.

peace.

its done with.

this is the only sad lonely and yet peaceful resolution.

but the words sneek out.

quiet as the peace so undeteched.

invisable for a short time.

reconized and regreted alittle while later.

just dont speak.

please dont even try.

its no use.

its over with and done.

whats done is done.

and what to come is set out.

by past behavior.

cant change.

no one has.

no one can.

it simply cant be done.

~ Sarah Clark