All I want is Blackness , Blackness and Silence. If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something. Maybe something would make sense other than just noise, words with lost meanings , people with Stones in place of hearts and lost souls. I wonder why nobody understands silence , just sit and listen to the silence of night. Why associate black with negativity? Black is actually the color of life, how would you imagine a poet? In bright yellow shirt? No, Right?
Black denotes dedication , peace, something very wonderful in making.
Why is it words are still not able to convey all what's in your heart? Why we expect people to read whats left unsaid? Maybe because words don't say it all. Silence is more effective, it talks between two people in the most beautiful way ever known.
How often do I talk just to fill up the quiet space? How often do I waste my time talking about nonsense? Always.
I remember sitting next to few of my very close people for a last few more moments before we separated our ways, although there was really nothing left to say. But an entire conversation took place in silence. I will remember what they said even though they didn't say a word. That silence meant something which neither of us had the courage to say to each other.
The effort of explaining, even of expressing , has become, more and more terrifying to me. Whether from laziness or from inability to find the right words, I have developed almost a passion for silence.
For me, When you are silent you are again beautiful :)
