Silence

Everything is still. Everything is silent, that is the paradise, it’s the paradise. Silence of the thoughts, silence of the mind, silence of everything around. Silence is survival- no more of that ‘he said, she said’. If we all remained silent more often maybe less blood would shed, and no tongues would need to be executed from the depth of their home as a consequence of slander. There two types of silence. Silence of love. A silence that can crush mountains into spec of stardust. It can see the membrane of seashells and organs of the sea and take an entire existence on a dance around Saturn. A silence powerful enough to answer questions without uttering a word, just through its silence. Then, you have the silence that suffocates the truth in all different forms. It doesn’t matter how much louder you scream for your voice to be heard because silence isn’t what they hear, they’re hearts are deaf. truth doesn’t penetrate into diseased hearts, and guilty minds. I found liberation in my silence . Silence was my loudest voice, boldest choice. I don’t owe anybody a thing, nor do i have anything to prove through words. Silence. Just sit and watch.