We miss the whispering of the humility Neither the silence nor the desire to say is the distress on what we do. We do not hate the whisper Neither the silence nor the desire to speak We did not know ourselves. We woke up. We have Anxiety of a thousand. I have obsessed a thousand but I didnt see what we have in ourselves Wasted, we did, and we do not cloud and do not be cloudy We did not know ourselves. We miss the humility Neither the Silence of the Silence, nor the desire to say is a distressing debris.
