They say silence is golden, but i would call that highly overvalued.... words are pearls and silence is not a good setting for them. Silence is a pregnant pause between meaningful discourse but a pause in the continuum of life. The meaning of silence takes different forms with age... in childhood, it is a moody tantrum when screaming achieves nothing, it is the sharp glare that accompanies the reprimand. In youth, it is the boredom that drives you to break rules, the holding back of sweet nothings... In maturity, it is the peaceful solitude of rest, an oasis in an otherwise tumultous responsibility. It is what we seek when the only ones we feel close to are our inner thoughts, it is what we enforce as the strictest punishment of our social justice!
Thus it vacillates between being sought after and sought release from ....
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just like the tales of all our lives summarized. Existing in the in betweens :)
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