I used to seek answers, to unsaid questions, to incessant ponderings, of the world in which we live in.
I used to fill the world with my voice, never stopping, hesitating, for my greatest fear was something far bigger than heights; it was the silence.
The illusion was unmasked, and at once, I understood why those questions were left unanswered.
And now, I find myself basking in the silence, breathing it in, trapping the words inside; leaving them to roam within the confines of my intricate road map.
The silence assures me, that underneath the tangle of human complication, of man-made solidarity, the world is still a simple silent place.