All this talking
Is making me tired
Silence is golden
Silence, riding on the
Last gust of Wind
Before the Calm
Before the Storm
Change,
Bringer of the Storm
Releasing thoughts of Discontent
Hold tight to what is here
Here in the heat of Summer
With no shirt on or shoes
My thoughts drift to the Center
Not outward or to the future
But to the Now
Sitting in the Living Room
On the red couch with a book
Being content to sit and listen
To Belle & Sebastian, taking all
My cares Away.

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