Silence is deafening.
But i enjoy it.
I enjoy the sound of silence, sometimes . … under circumstance.
When no words are spoken, take some time to self-meditate and be in tune with your body.. let thoughts be released through semi-permeable barriers- you have the power to decide what to keep in and what to keep out. Like a journey that has a starting and end point, thoughts are laced through a web full of soul, mystery, depth …
I like to let my thoughts travel during silence .. travel to a time in my mind where i felt warm and cozy, loved, found perfection in a simple gesture such as a reassuring hand on my back that spoke volumes .. told me what i needed to hear without saying a word.
I mind travel when it’s 20 degrees outside and i’m patiently waiting for the next train to arrive. Silence. No one says a word as they huddle in their warm winter attire, making smoke appear with every exhale of warmness coming from their lips. People of all walks of life trying to escape the nippy air and the burst of cold fronts sweeping through the subway as trains pass on the other side.
They are south bound. I am north bound.
. . Silence.
But when we sit blankly, listening to each other breathe without saying a word after hurtful words have already been exchanged, the silence becomes delicate. Like a canal with the topmost layer giving off the illusion of being completely frozen (although 5 meters down and not seen by the naked eye, water still moves freely), allowing it to be trodded upon by strangers that are unaware of this delicate state can cause it to break.
Shatter.
Then drown you.
