Sound of silence

I was asked today, by a friend, what I did in my moments of silence.

If they were few and apart or constant, like breathing, for example.

I thought it was a very intriguing question.

Even the way she asked, there was something about that question that got me thinking.

I´am very much aware of my moments of silence.

There´s times that I feel good in them, others not so much.

I supposed it´s like that with everyone really.

Never the less I wonder if  one can really say, for sure, that silence is silent or on the other hand , that silence is everything but silence.

I don´t think that silence is silent.

I think that silence is powerful, stately, loud…

I can feel it.

I can hear it.

Sometimes I have the silly feeling that I can actually touch it.

One cannot touch something that does not exist, physically, so I´m told.

My silences are both few and apart and constant.

It depends on many variables.

However, when I´m immersed in them, I am finally free.

For better or for worse.

I am alone with it and must make peace with me, myself and I.

When I can do that, the silence embraces me like no other has.

When I can´t, well when I can´t I am left aside.

But be assured that silence is many things, silent isn´t one of them.

Exit Light… Enter Night

Where does the light go to?

I do not know.

Where does the night come from?

I do not wish to know.

Where´s the light going after?

I still do not know.

Where´s the night gonna go?

I still do not wish to know.

I wonder.

I just wonder.

It´s better that way.

I´m safe that way.

In the light there is a chance to be found.

In the night there is a chance to be lost.

There is a chance to loose youself.

Exit Light. Enter night.

You´re free either way.