Split the Silence

"We must split the Silence", our ego often thrums. "If we leave it singing for too long, the crow will coo and caw the truth of your darkest hour." "We must break the back of the hush", it calls. "Crack it's clay, decay and rush it's calm. No good can come of it. The lull will receive your mind." "Open its jouls wide and break the quiets jaw", our ego tempts. "Before it cuts you open and it's jagged sand abbrases your heart. Leaving your weakest thoughts on its shores for the wild hounds to chew and tear". "Just a few words can cut it and pour its whole, drained out", the ego cries with hurt. "We can drain it of its desires. Let it fester in the sewers and arrive at somebody elses door. Drip. Drain. Pour. Empty." Empty. "Empty the Silence and fill it with words." Our ego weeps and wraps itself with the story of your suffering. Drip. Drain. Pour Pour Empty.