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The Noise Between the Silence by wilks

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The Noise Between the Silence

Southern Blues

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Funny thing about silence. Most folks think it's a quiet place. But for some of us it's
like a room where every shadow starts to pulse and hum. The chatter finally fades, and then
the mind steps up. One thought slips in, then slips into another. A single what if kicks
off a chain that trips on every crack in the floor. Conversations that never happened. Conflicts
that never threw a fist. Storms that never darkened the sky. Tales spun by an anxious
spirit convincing the heart that they're true. Here's the twist. I don't always wear fear
like a coat. I laugh, shake hands, smile at old friends. I keep the world fooled, but
underneath the skin. My thoughts are pacing, building thunder from blue, not running from
now. But every shadow that might creep after. By the time the real rain falls, I've already
drowned in a thousand floods. And sometimes I wonder, what if I could just stand here,
right here, without dragging old wounds or borrowing storms. Just one breath. Deep and
honest. One moment that truly belongs to me.
My mind paints dark spots on blank walls. Rises hills where there's nothing at all.
Chasing ghosts, my fears sketched in ink. Trying to outrun the stories that sink. Lord,
let me catch my breath. Let this moment be a shelter, a rest. I'm tired of fighting wars
that never step through the door.
Imagination, that tricky artist. Beautiful when it colors hope, but cruel when it mistakes
maybe for fate. It whispers, but what if, like a broken record. Until every maybe feels
like a verdict. No chains needed. My mind builds them tight, turning wide open gates
into iron bars. Blue horizons into brewing storms. A quiet afternoon into a maze of shadows.
And no one sees it. Outside. I'm just here. Still. Waiting.
My mind paints dark spots on blank walls. Rises hills where there's nothing at all. Chasing
ghosts, my fears sketched in ink. Trying to outrun the stories that sink. Lord, let me
catch my breath. Let this moment be a shelter, a rest. I'm tired of fighting wars that never
step through the door.
Maybe tonight, the silence will be a friend, not a sparring partner in a midnight bout.
Maybe the dawn won't bring battles, but a quiet place where I don't have to shout.
My mind paints dark spots on blank walls. Rises hills where there's nothing at all. If
tomorrow drops its thunder, I'll face it some way. But tonight I'm learning how to stay
inside this moment, this fragile breath. The only time I own. Right here, right now.
Just one moment. Just this one moment. Without the noise.