Scars refreshing my future and accenting my present

My energy is silent, quietness in white it is. It is my polestar and devotedness, my core strength is absence of a voice. Blankness makes me strong, it makes me direct all my thoughts tight – internally strong and not fragile. Thinnest of silence is what I create and what I sustain. It takes all the chaos in the world put together to get hush and to sustain bearing the loss of chaos. Dead air filled in an empty glass bottle calls for bottles in me. It challenges for if I have any bottles to keep the bottle empty, clean, crystal shine. Filling the bottle with red liquor will add chaos making its marks little less visible but an empty bottle is what I sustain as the trial is not in hiding the marks but exposing them and sustaining them. I carry those scars as a charm just the way dangling of my bag chime in with rhythm of my walk. These scars accessorize me today matching my outfits and my shoes. They make me walk together with them as a companion of the times I saw and paths I trailed. Tongue-tied and quiet walks with my scars refreshing my future and accenting my present.