Silence is an expression. The disadvantage it enjoys is that it is difficult to decipher. Sometimes people don’t understand you. Sometimes friendliness veils hypocrisy. But that should be expected because images are very superficial. They are man made mirages shimmering in the heat of urban aspiration.Silence is not my tool. It is my prayer. It is my secret desire. Success doesn’t mean where I have reached. It talks about the obstacles I have managed to cross. Futility is not created but it’s already there, like a rock in the middle of a stream.
I have visions of a surreal world where everyone is perfect. But perfection lies in the rough edges of a person. The question is, whether those edges fit, like a jigsaw puzzle, against mine.
Sometimes I see the truth and can’t accept it. Sometimes, the truth doesn’t accept me. Then silence takes over.
