SummerSimo Travel Troubles Notes and The Purring Page

Look The world may clamor, loud and bold,

But in my heart, a story’s told.
A quiet space, where thoughts reside,

The voice of silence, my own guide.
It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.

A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.
The rush of life, it fades away,
As silence paints a brand new day.
No need for words, no need to strive,

Just in this quiet, I feel alive.
It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.

A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.
The world outside may rush and turn,

But in this stillness, lessons learn.
A gentle peace, a tranquil grace,
The voice of silence, my sacred space.

It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.
A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.