Two halves within me that refuse to part.

Silence has no sense of what it clings to

for darkness surrounds it,

and chaos is what keeps it alive.

They mirror each other’s wounds.

My silence turns into chaos,

and chaos becomes the silence

that belongs to the dark.

Like a storm touching a shoreline,

until both forget

who is moving whom.

And in the end,

my silence devours itself

leaving nothing behind

but darkness…