The rhythm of silence beats steadily that sometimes it is comforting and

other times it creates havoc in the ears and we move unsteadily at the

discomfort of having no other recourse but to bear with it. And I begin to

wonder in amusement how silence can be too deafening for the soul to

take. It is like the empty spaces you try to fill in despite the knowledge that

nothing ever is really empty because there is air or some other minute particle

that is suspended in what seemingly is unoccupied space.

Oh and the slightest innuendo is provocative to a weary heart that has been

searching for the longest time, of which, has always been the element that

seems to have all the power in the world.


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