Silence

There are silences, as unrelenting as any other foe. Silences that encompass most  inescapable silences. It is within the gnarly grip of moments like these that we find fragments of ourselves that on most days we try to forget even exist; moments where we are selfish, sinful slaves to our earliest demons, who find solace in the fact that they are still strong, still able to posses our malleable minds.

Silences where are fears become reality, where our desires are magnified till we are blinded beyond rationality. Silence that make our stomachs knot themselves as our bodies try to starve off savage desperation.

Silences as oppressive as the eclipse; as abominable as the stormy winds. Silence that surrounds you, that crushes you until you forget how to breathe.

And then it breaks you and you remember-

That the silence was never the problem; it was what preceded it,

'the words' that wove the void.

"An intellectual silence is not failure or defeat; it is a return of a naked awareness"