when I talk

I let my mind play with words

that it takes out of nowhere

I might not be understood in this way

but does it matter in a world with a million languages ?

when I speak

a part of me is a listener

wondering about those fluent words

pouring out of my mouth

when I think

my mind speaks

its mouth talks

my life moves on without a sound

silence is in every word

nothingness inside of every thought -

the only comfort for a restless mind

and a seeking soul