Every building I step in to knows my secrets…
They know what I feel
How I feel
How I go about feeling…
They’re silent as they soak all my words in from my mind.
My invisible strings of letters that float out of my mind invisble to the naked eye and yet longing to be seen. To be heard.
Only the walls know, my sheets and solids amongst all others…
They know me and my men of thoughts.
My silent army