I look for silence, but it is always beyond my grasp.

It is as if I am surrounded by a labyrinth of sound and I am endlessly seeking the end of the maze that will set me free.

If I would find it, I would have peace, a moment to reflect, a moment to be still.

When I do find a quiet place in time, I want to hold on to it, breath it in.

But then my mind finds sounds of it’s own.

Reminding me of the things I should do,

Stopping by memories long forgotten, reliving times that I wish would vanish.

The silence is gone, and I realize I cannot own silence.

It own itself.

When I am lucky, I get to borrow it for awhile. If only I will allow it.

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