How profound a thing silence can be...It is somethin I avoided..when being alone with myself was far more frightening than being with someone... and finally I understood that silence makes u hear the music of honest words. No, not the lyrics of some old remembered song but the notes themselves I've needed to hear..and play with fingers long numb to their sound...

And in my own silence I’ve heard a refrain that is written in the same minor key as mine...not quite harmony but a contrapuntal theme in a symphony we hope to never finish... and in this silence, no difference between us as we listen for all that is still unwritten...

I wonder how my silence actually mirrors my heart. It speaks of its own sanity – as it mildly pumps life to this world breathing idly. And as I exhale the silence that was already filtered from words inside me that shout of hurts, the moist of this pain drastically travels through the strange wind cruelly circling my disintegrating being.

It amazes me how the mere silence about reality can still kill my senses, pushing further every reason to forgive, sweeping clean the strength and the will. It mercilessly blindfolds me, while keeping me awake in the middle of this lunacy.

At the end of the day, what was left of me is the silence that still astounds me, as it subtly consumes my entirety. It is such a sweet state – being the astonishing silence that everyone breathes out once in a while to escape from words; to get away from rules, spellings, ambiguities, and forms.

Someday, someday, I will be the silence that you will once in a while exhale. I will comprise the humid air that speaks of some lame fraction of your history. Someday...we could have wished to stay – and let the silences that we breathe glue the pieces of our grief. Someday. We will take pleasure of the simple hush that offers a resting place above the shaky, fainting words that talk about us. Someday. It shall all pass. Someday.....