Words follow silence. Silence follows words. Words follow one another as numbers follows the other. Words can speak of silence, and silence gives us room to observe those words. Words can say a lot the less they're spoken; or sound vague, a lot of words said can be misunderstood; or sound vivid, both ways could be taken for granted. I admired you through silence and didn't want to be anywhere else. I cursed you out through my words and rushed you to get me to work. I told you that I love you for the first time since marrying you. I chose not to talk to you when you wanted me to and needed me to. Silence proves words mean nothing though words can make something out of nothing and allow communication to exist to help most understand why or how they mean nothing. I require detail when too little is said, but I get the main idea. Silence gave me space to find that the devil was in the details in those few words said when I read between the lines. I adore rappers that are the greatest storytellers, the words of other rappers gets lost in the mix, but both can have a problem with repeating themselves. I either know nothing about them or back at square one and a lot is to be desired. At the end of the day it's stupid to question silence, I already know what it is except I hate to accept it sometimes. Words can't explain it though they can speak of it, the only thing I'm left with is the space between my thoughts about it and the space that I'm left with when all is said and done. It's Silence, I was aware of it when I was silent but I used words to help it sound more interesting. I love them both in this collection of words that may be lost or understood, I call it the lost tapes, found at your leisure, enter or exit at your leisure, think it's the **** or not the ****, think I talk a lot of ****, or ain't saying **** at all. Everybody's **** stinks and this has me written all over it.