I tell the it’s meant to be sacred,
A place for our thoughts to roam free.

A moment to appreciate simplicity,
and let our emotions wash over us,
Like a small boat at sea.

I want them to break away
From the cacophony of society,
And finally realize the power of silence.
But they refuse,
Constantly rambling on,
Polluting the quiet
With trivial words.

They laugh at the destruction of silence.
Masking the fact,
They’re too scared
to be alone with their thoughts.

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