From the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks…

From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks…

Often when the mouth is silent the heart speaks volumes…

So silent a pin drop echoes.

So loud…the vastness of the Pakaraimas is not enough to contain it…

The heart speaks volumes…

From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks…

Often when the mouth is muzzled  the heart is bleeding…waiting to explode.

Fear of explosion through lips the magnitude of a thousand vipers…

From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks…

The mouth speaks through silent tears in the dark of night…

And falls on deafened ears, between the cold sheets that harbours stiffened arms that offers no comfort…

Nothing but silence. ..

Silence so loud, the city speaks and pales in comparison…

It is this silence that speaks the loudest..

The silence that signaled the beginning of the end…