Silence is truthful.
Its not made to be displayed
Intimacy of cold honesty
Silence is the beauty in not selling anything
Of being brutally bare
No protests or pleas, let my mind take me
A theater dark and laden with lack
Is so much more beautiful
Without actor and audience.
I become quiet
When I know I cannot speak without an advertisement
without an appeal to an audience
without a mistruth.
There is nothing wrong.
There's nothing wrong with being quiet
No lies, just love
I no longer wish to perform.
So I will rest in my silence.
And it may seem violent
To the audience whom searches for the appeal, the persuasion
An act out for some kind of response.
It is not.
Don't mistake it for an imbalance in my mood,
I am simply being quiet.
Quiet cannot lie.
NO more misdirection, shush, feel the affection
Of silence's violence
In my empty theater.