![[silence-sound.mp3]] Badum, badum badum. I woke to the sound of my head on your heart. I was sure I died last night. Turns out it was just  me being a drama queen again. My terrible words fail me, how could they when I trace their shapes for a living. It is possible to say too much. It is possible to have too many plants. One of them will die when you're out of town. It's okay, you are still a good person. Solace comes in secret. I sleep now dreaming of days when nothing had yet to be said and it was enough. <br> ![[silence-pic.jpg]] # production notes sound inspired by brockhampton's [MAN ON THE MOON](https://open.spotify.com/track/3UdquFlgsSBKueNRHgjOiG?si=3a31e02f90654d55).