Quiet
Those quiet moments when we have time to look inside of us.
Many times we don't like what we see, we want to improve.
Sometimes we don't see enough, but the most times we don't want to dig inside.
Lazy machines with no heart to look into.
No quiet members in the club, just noisy ones that believe the unbelievable and the truth to be hidden.
To be quiet is not easy at the present, but to be quiet is something to look deep inside of your heart.
Imagine a world where you have to be quiet. No such lines can be written.
Because far abobe of the quiet moments we are disturbed, even if we look for those quiet waters, it will be always a wild river where we have to put our life in nature's hands.
Difficult to search a way to be quiet when you have wildness inside.
Those quiet moments are in our mind, when we used to play games, with no concerns, thinking that tomorrow will be one more day to play around.
Those moments change every step we make, every breath that we take, and maybe we think that tomorrow those quiet moments will be a dream that belong to the past.
But I will still think about those quiet moments when I get up, until I will have the chance.
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