The Quiet Man

The Quiet Man

Who notices the quiet man, wherever he stands no one sees but you don’t hear any begs or pleas.

The quiet man doesn’t want to noticed, he doesn’t want to be accosted, out of his shell, he will come out eventually into the everyday hell you call life, but for now he’s stands on the street looking at all you weep.

While in his mind you will find dreams of worlds beyond this one, dreams of such simplistic complication that if he were to speak them out loud he would surely be called insane this man is not vein nor big headed, only silent.

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