silence

And so, the silence begins, and all the spectators can only await for the immense lack of sound to end, for all of the non spoken words to come back; for the so called communications to start, to mend, to begin one more time, or to at least, be let known if that ever will happen again....

Because it is a fact that silence can mean so many things, and leads to all sort of interpretations: approval, disapproval, lack of desire to speak, or desire to be left alone, need of space, or time, or silence, need of affection, expression of sorrow, feeling of loneliness, necessity of love…

Yes, it is the silence that keesp us together or pushes us appart. It's peaceful, and yet unsettling. 

And so, I await, we await; and the silence invades the whole room. Every pore of your skin can percieve its blanket covering your entire soul.

Let us wait then, wait till the sand grains are placed back where they will be placed or removed, let us watch that wave that will carry all of the pieces to their new allocated space, let us know when is the time that things will be ok. Let the silence begin, and wait for when it will be broken again.

I hope everything will be ok, but if it wasn’t, I hope it all can be mend and rebuild once again.