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.