lost...

stand in a crowd,
listen to silence of words.

I hear my heart beat,
into hollow rooms.
Pressed against,
cold floors.
become real.
be something,
was nothing.

I go missing sometimes,
disappear between words.
kiss me once,
forget to leave my breath.
took my soul,
out for a while.
but left my hollow body;
between sand and seaweed.

death always comes;
when you least expect it.

silence is always in violence.
slow,

time moves when you have nothing,

more
to
give.