It Breathes In Me

It Breathes In Me

When they tell me,

You are quiet.

I change their thoughts,

Without changing me,

With the quietness,

that breathes in me.

It utters a lot more,

without lips moving,

Without yelling,

And spilling,

Without doing a lot.

It feels me more,

And to explore,

The voids within me.

It’s a gift,

Cause it’s a rare thing,

In a world moving,

Steadfast and loud.

And yet it breathes in me.

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