The Escape of June

The Escape of June Summer wanes, and with it the boredoms and silences. In it exists secret

whispers. What we never say to each other, or repeat too often.

Death by seasons and words Drunk to our own Wisdoms.

So speak speak speak Walk barefoot and naked Down the streets we never walked the thoughts we never entered. Ignore the cons of the mind and Listen to the myths of our lives Lets become what we aren’t supposed to be. Say what could never be said.

And find that place between Thought and Silence: be here; be now And rest.

It’ll be a long journey to even the smallest truth.

By Brad McElroy