I'm talking about you zilly

Want to write down everything
Feel like writing about nothing
Days at work are long
Long like cold winter nights
Time moves on and I feel old
Old as the shore on which I stand
The sea breeze is gentle and warm
I can feel spring approaching
The sun begins to descend
And I feel peace and tranquility
Time to myself; away from the chaos
Away from bright lights and laud noise
I wish I had more time to myself
Time to think, time to reflect
Soon the chaos will consume me again
But for now, there is only silence
Truly miss you! *luv the photo*
Oh if only I had silence when I need it.But it just isn't there for me now. Your words carried me away to a peaceful space for a while and it had the soothing effect of silence. Oh the power of suggestion and imagination.