Sometimes, on cold and lonely nights, silence speaks to me. And the worst part is, I cant even ask it to shut up... The silence lurks somewhere behind me... and I am scared of breathing when that happens... what if it hears me exhale? The quieter you become, the louder you can hear the voice of silence... those unspoken words that are loud enough to jolt you out of sleep. But I laughed today, and drowned the voice of silence. It whispered something in my ear. I told it that it needs to be louder. It shrugged in frustration. I pretended to go deaf and ignored the voice of silence. But who am I fooling? Every unspoken word of this silence is true. The silence asked me if I were happy. I nodded my head, implying a yes. It laughed on my face. It told me it had caught my lies. I replied by turning the music on full volume. The silence was gone, but not for good. I knew it would return soon. But the Silence doesnt scare me any more. Perhaps we can be friends. Like a coffin and the dead, brought together by destiny, until someone decides to build a mall on the grave.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 20:35:12 +0000
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