Silence revolves. Silence erupts. Silence grips at sliding pencils that threaten to mock its sound. Silence is the icy grip that clings to one's tongue. Silence mourns and cries foul play. Silence is beauty that spins and twirls and shimmers with brilliant light. Silence is a dark; silence is the light. Silence breathes a rancid foulness. Silence hurts and breaks and tears. Silence huddles, alone is shadows. Silence blinks and stares for ages. Silence howls and screams. Silence simply lives.
Its really funny how something so seemingly simple really has so much more to it..
ReplyDeleteI love how you have taken something like silence, which is something that we all know about, and given a personality and new dimensions. it now has a depth and a whole new wealth of meaning with what you have attributed to it.
ReplyDeleteI love how you took something that was generally thought of as a negative thing and turned it into something mysterious and beautiful.
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