I consider in silence the loneliness our world possesses.

Like an air bubble rising from the depths of the sea

and slowly floats up and breaks in the sunlight of the surface.

I never really knew how quiet the loneliness is,

But now I can tell about its unbearable rage.

I consider in silence what I have become in this world.

Thoughts rise from the depths of oblivion

and sweep me over, devouring, like the ever greedy waves.

I never really knew that so much pain would come my way,

by taking the journey back to what it once was.

I consider the silence of a life that no one in the world possesses.

Like a breeze that wants to lift your hair so gently

and kiss your cheek almost unnoticed in your mind.

I never really knew there was so much sadness forgotten,

but within us were all our feelings and we knew it somehow.

I consider in silence the few traces I put in this world.

Few and rare as the imprints put in fresh snow

and now melted away and ran back to the depths of the sea.

I never really knew it was so easy to see

how it all should be without even having to speak a word.