No noisy chaos sounding loudly in the air; beauty in silence

Joints screaming, Muscles aching, Trying for a quiet pain. An ache that buds instead of blossoms, Take it today. Take it tomorrow. One day, There’ll be a spill of raven hair on a snow-white pillow, The brown eyes once vivacious now dulled, Passing into a…

There goes the wit wit wit of the bird’s call “Zhe ge dong xi” Foreign murmurs The creak of the ceiling fan Clatters of various keyboards Breath blown across the surface of hot coffee A cacophony Under the sign that has a finger to its…