Dear my friend,

when.

when will it stop.

will it ever stop?

i hope it does.

even for just a moment-

for the birds to stop

the chirping and crooning,

for the winds to pause

on their way through the trees;

or the shuffles and sprints

of feet big or small.

what would it be like?

when the world fades away

for a single moment

and no pain or joy exists,

when only peaceful emptiness

remains.

when.