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Jan 2015
Today, I went hiking
I saw trees bending over backwards as they laughed at each other
I saw rocks and boulders press their noses up against each other
I saw currents chasing one another, & then running out of breath
I watched clouds collide and leaves make huddles
& I watched the creatures of the air slice through the fog
& there it was
The beauty of being able to hear silence
& I remember thinking: "Why can I hear silence?"
The absence of sound but sound is what I hear especially when I'm not there & you're not here because I'm halfway deaf but my thoughts are so ******* loud & it's so convenient that there, isn't near to here
Forgive me for getting off topic,
Where was I?
Oh yeah..
The silence.
I heard the silence.
There were echoes to it
& a melody when the wind blew through it
& I tried my best to harmonize with it but it got really loud so I figured it didn't want me too...
What else is there to do besides sit here & become increasingly frustrated that you mock me everytime you open your mind; you remind me that you're one of a kind and I fall inlove with every line because I know it was crafted as if God personally set aside a time for you to paint the words you rehearsed, sharing a verse never heard & reflecting the lost chapter of Proverbs that just so happened to be recovered from the angelic wings of heaven's favorite bird
******, I'll never be as good as you
Okay, seriously.. I've gotta stop getting off topic
I watched it
Oh you should've seen it... The way the rain mocked the leaves
& the way I kept seeing your face in the water, which was just portraying a reflection of the clouds. I looked toward the ground & still saw you in the sky. That's how I know you're gonna fly & conquer & sore & that there are absolutely no limits to what God has in store because that told me that even when you look down you will merely see the lights of the town peaking through the gaps of the clouds
My God, why is this silence so loud?
I sat down & I promise that December forest floor was so much colder than my winter thoughts
Yesterday I went hiking
& even in the midst of the ear piercing silence,
I could only hear your voice
Myles Web
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