The Language of Silence Published on 28th Oct. These are some questions I have for you when you sit next to me in silence. This is a reminder for me to not lose hope and to do the small things, for these small "things" can change a person's life.
I wonder sometimes - Why do you sit next to me?
Maybe... Is it because you like to talk and hear my voice?
But.... You never talk, you just sit there
Looking at me, thinking, holding your chalice
So, tell me, why do you sit there in Nowhere and wait
In silence. Is it because you want me to start the conversation?
You know I'm tired Of the worldly stress, not alone!
Now, Shall I know your reason, your motivation?
I am curious, what brings you here, please enlighten
Ah! Maybe you just sit there like me, tired!
Of the ever-present stress, ever-growing burden
Wanting to stop the Juggernaut
Soo tired that you can hear the same loud Waterfalls on mute as we watch the sunset in peace. Can you picture that distant witch's commute as they ride on the unicorn's mace? How does it feel to meet a fellow native speaking your language? It feels comforting to me, feels nice To listen to you as you speak my language, Ah! The beautiful language of silence! I couldn't say it then, but I can say it now silently, dear altruist, Thanks for being there for me, donating your time For it is this time that builds my trust In you, in the world, in hope, in silence and in time You are more fluent in peace than any mountain, any sea, You are the emperor in this valley, the zone of silence As this quiet sound reverberates inside me, shall we take a reticent vow of Silence? A vow so strong, glowing That we do not talk about it Yet the world shall know about it, its meaning Through its power of tranquility - So quiet Uh... what's the vow, you ask? Let's make the silence be even louder, please.... For I am tired, yes, Tired of all stress, of talk!
So, Please Sit next to me, for I am too fluent in silence......
This is a reminder for me to not lose hope and to do the small things, for these small "things" can change a person's life, like just being there for them - listening to their stories or just sitting next to them as they try to navigate through their stress. So let the silence of the trees be louder than the city's stress. Let peace and calm win for once.
And remember broken crayons still color just as regular ones, they just need someone to believe in them, sit beside them.
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