Do you know it?

That loud echo with your thoughts in between

That deafening roar with no substance

That moment when your mind races against itself

That second when perfection replays

That instance where ‘couldawouldashouldas’ become ‘done’

That space that ingenuity fills

That place where evil comes to life

That long thread that strings the unfamiliar together

We love it. Like it. Crave it. Sometimes.

It’s golden


It’s silence