silence...

silence...

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. And that the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own dreams, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don't miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you...

And Yet you realise You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? ...

Let me say sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean...I stare at the eyes burned with an intensity like I'd never seen before.

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears in my own twisted words...I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently...A little more silently...

I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear, a care-woven garment that protects me from your questionings and you from my negligence.

The "I" in me, my love, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain forever more, unperceived, unapproached and silenced...

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