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Silence, nothing, yet everything. Silence is the breeze through my hair. Silence is the quite simple stare. Blankness, no thought, every thought. How can one thing contain two opposite feelings, two completely different meanings? The calm tranquility or deafening roar. The peircing sound that blows the mind. Silence that is a sound. It screams at you and you ask it why? Why are things the way they are?
Why does silence have this effect on us?
Peace and serenity, trust and beauty, keeping us completely intact, in one state of mind. And we feel comfortable with everyone and everything that is around us. Except when we're not because sometimes that silence becomes unwanted. These are the moments when the silence screams at us, "Say Something! Do Something!" and we stare blankly as the silence engulfs us. It takes over and strives to find its place. Silence, clear straightforward and knowing. A break in the silence and the thought is destroyed. The process, the flow, everything collapses. It's almost like a machine. Going and going and never never stopping, because it never ends. The break...the disaster or the relief? Silence, a confusing concept. I cannot define it and I believe that there is no true definition in it's analysis. It's all based on the person and the situation they are in. Sound or no sound? We don't really know, now do we?