Even when it's quiet it's never really silent. Like hearing the ocean in a seashell, there are always soft sounds that whisper. I rest my head on your chest to hear the blood pumping through your veins and the steady beat of your heart; I'm comforted by hushed breaths fluttering in my hair. There is solace in the white noise of being together in the dark, sweet succor in a troubled world.
~Elise Skidmore ©2022