Silence.
It is a tremendously beautiful place.
It cannot be found, it cannot be grasped.
It exists but somehow leaves no sign or trace.
It can be accepted, it can be stepped into.
It is not seen, it is not heard, it is not felt.
It is a place of wonders and mysteries.
It is a place that many seek, but do not find.
It is a place where only a few can handle.
It is rejected by many, very few choose to be there.
It is a place where inner depths of the heart are revealed.
It is a place where reality is faced.
It is a place where selfishness looks itself in the mirror.
It is a place where thoughts become clearer.
It is a place that strangles out fear.
It is so far but somehow so near.
It is a place where words are not heard.
It is a place where thoughts are discerned.
It is a place of piercing communication.
-vladislav bezhenar-
-GladTidingz-
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
Silence.
It is a tremendously beautiful place.
It cannot be found, it cannot be grasped.
It exists but somehow leaves no sign or trace.
It can be accepted, it can be stepped into.
It is not seen, it is not heard, it is not felt.
It is a place of wonders and mysteries.
It is a place that many seek, but do not find.
It is a place where only a few can handle.
It is rejected by many, very few choose to be there.
It is a place where inner depths of the heart are revealed.
It is a place where reality is faced.
It is a place where selfishness looks itself in the mirror.
It is a place where thoughts become clearer.
It is a place that strangles out fear.
It is so far but somehow so near.
It is a place where words are not heard.
It is a place where thoughts are discerned.
It is a place of piercing communication.
-vladislav bezhenar-
-GladTidingz-
By -Vladislav Bezhenar-
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