5/14/2005 5:49 am
Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:28 pm
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Silence and I talked last night, underneath the stars where even the wind could not hear us. It was, in fact, an extremely faint conversation. One that even I found difficulty in hearing. More than the sullen whispers, the words Silence chose to use were vague and esoteric.
If not for the context of his gestures, he could very well have spoken in a foreign language. Well. Perhaps he did. I couldn’t really tell. I tried to read between the lines. But he offered no distinct lines for me to read between. I tried to hold his hand. But Silence kept his distance. There remained only the murmurs. Explanations that didn’t really make sense.
Stories that had no beginnings or ends. Emotions that no human soul has ever heard of. And desires that never had a chance. So I just held myself. Tightly. While I listened to Silence. While the stars watched in wonder. While the air strained to listen. While I closed my eyes to keep the tears from falling. -ouch!
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