Silence
Silence is never nothingness. It never was. It's full of confusing emotions, Which remain unexpressed. It's full of unspoken words, which make our throat bleed Just like the sharp broken pieces Of mirror. It's full of unresolved mysteries, Tangled like numerous threads. It's full of an awkward madness, Beyond all the limitations, Weather known or unknown. Being comfortable with silence Is a rare art. Those who experience This uncomfortable comfort, Fall in love with silence, Where they experience The unexpressed emotions, Where they come across The unspoken words, ...