It’s these days, we stay silent.

It’s days like these where lyrics don’t mean a thing, it’s days like these where all you hear is the sound of music. It’s where nothing is hidden cause you hear it all. You hear the slight hint of cello, the hard hitting bass, you hear the soft hums of background singers. You hear what you’re not meant to focus on, but yet it’s all you end up hearing. Sometimes, which ends up being most times, words can’t describe how you feel and you rely on the beauty of hidden melodies to sweep in and speak for you. It’s these days, we stay silent.