It’s when you regret having made certain decisions. It’s when you think everything is false. When a life led and a life to be lead, seems trivial and dull. A sudden gloom sets over you, when you don’t want to talk and yet people [like me maybe] speak to you, and then realise you don’t want to talk. That’s when I believe in the volumes of silence.
Oh weary spirit, it doth a day, I do know what you feel, everyday I doth want it.
Loneliness, a free spirit, sometime to contemplate about things, words that make no sense.
Close the eye, I play the music, on and on, alpha waves… wish the moments of silence in the world lasts, and the chaos in the mind reduces its intensity. When, I wish to think about everything.
How I do understand, words I need not to tell you, an understanding of a repressed silent dullness I see in you, is what I want you to know.
Silence, the most powerful weapon, music the healer.
Hold the thought, clinch the dark moments, and let no words speak.
To you S.
