those rare moments of silence


i have really messed up my body clock. i am always awake at night even during my rest days. i feel alone in the house, and i am pleased. the silence gives me an overwhelming sense of peace. during these ungodly hours, i recollect moments of silence that i have experienced or just witnessed...


i take pleasure in the silence in our home whenever i rouse from my sleep at 2am. the silence of the city when it sleeps. silence of a song the moment it reaches its ending.

there is silence between a tainted friendship. silence between two people whose trust was destroyed. silence between a man and wife with undeniable loss of affection.

the uncomfortable silence after getting someone hurt. knowing that even saying sorry proves futile.

there is silence of a great hatred. silence of a dwindling respect for someone you once adored.

the comforting silence after crying buckets of tears. regaining my strength and sense of hope.

i have learned the silence of immense love. too full of passion for the tongue to utter it.

i find myself voiceless in the presence of these realities. i cannot speak.

my silence will be misinterpreted. they don't know that i have actually said something.


i have given out a silent scream.



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PS,

thank you to everyone who made thoughtful comments on my "bittersweet solitude" post. i truly appreciate all the words of comfort.

and thank you for all the cyberhugs. :) i almost felt it. and yes, i'm feeling better now.

hmmm..bihira to..i'm in a giddy mood while blogging. :)


see you all on bloggers' night! :D
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