there is beauty in the silence that accompanies solitude.* it leaves you with room to wonder; to remember;  to surrender to a certain curiosity of what lies ahead - a curiosity of what happens once the silence is broken.

there is beauty in the volume of a crowded space. a monotonous pitch of laughter and small talk about the weather creates a soundtrack to the buzzing thoughts racing through your mind - the thoughts that become amplified once all the noise dies down.

there is beauty in the complexity of sound. silence and noise compliment each other in all aspects of life - where one is present, so is the other.

t.m.