“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the
quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence
when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush
of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of
people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all,
the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house?
Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen
carefully.”
― Norton Juster,
What about the noise after someone close to you like a young 14 year old girl dies , and inside yu ask yourself is it true? what did her face look like again? what were her last words to me, her last touch, her last thoughts of me>? did she like me/? as a person, as a sister? as a friend>? or just someone she used to know....
now will never know ...and that is a silence true
what about the silence inside you that you cannot make go away its so loud
you cant stop turning with the mess here and there and everywhere
like a collection of breaking glass or is it a whilwind of mistrust between you and you
what about that silence that nothing has been done and nothing has been fixed and nothing has been created and nothing has been understood
what about that silence when you think what is the other person thinking of me and badly you know exactly what it is its loud their silence and hteir unspoken words
and theire true their loud unspoken words
of you
yadooob garat!!!
i hate the words that come ut of me sometimes a sequestrum of my laziness
a fragment of my broken soul
a kite of my lost freedom
for i really am locked up somewhere
what about the silence when they tell you.... sorry you didnt pass , or it was just a pass
what about hte silence when its negative
what about the silence when you just dont know what to do and who you are anymore
what about all that negative silence ?
― Norton Juster,
What about the noise after someone close to you like a young 14 year old girl dies , and inside yu ask yourself is it true? what did her face look like again? what were her last words to me, her last touch, her last thoughts of me>? did she like me/? as a person, as a sister? as a friend>? or just someone she used to know....
now will never know ...and that is a silence true
what about the silence inside you that you cannot make go away its so loud
you cant stop turning with the mess here and there and everywhere
like a collection of breaking glass or is it a whilwind of mistrust between you and you
what about that silence that nothing has been done and nothing has been fixed and nothing has been created and nothing has been understood
what about that silence when you think what is the other person thinking of me and badly you know exactly what it is its loud their silence and hteir unspoken words
and theire true their loud unspoken words
of you
yadooob garat!!!
i hate the words that come ut of me sometimes a sequestrum of my laziness
a fragment of my broken soul
a kite of my lost freedom
for i really am locked up somewhere
what about the silence when they tell you.... sorry you didnt pass , or it was just a pass
what about hte silence when its negative
what about the silence when you just dont know what to do and who you are anymore
what about all that negative silence ?
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