let's sit across from each other lay down our weapons and shields consisting of words and see what the silence makes of us see what truths surface maybe we'll stifle a laugh at first- a natural awkward reaction to the taboo act of staring at someone without reason or explanation to look directly into someones eyes to (if nothing else) reassure them ofΒ Β their own existence to remind them that they are seen and so pass the first thirty seconds two hundred and ten more beautiful horrible seconds that unfold themselves between us and once they past we are again allowed access to the gift that is expression to communicate, talk, listen, laugh, cry, ask, answer
but what if when the silence ended when the honesty presented itself? when we were stripped bare; made simple? what if after all the wordlessness and contemplation there was nothing left to say?