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Each of us has a version, an expectation - if you will, of just what "When" means. I wandered this place - coffee in hand. Looking, looking, listening, moving on. Friends, strangers, nooks and grannies, lil cracks in the walls - windows all, windows to the world of all the places that aren't and yet were... and its Tuesday no less - figures, all visited, ringing so stridently in the ears... The sounds of silence... "When..." When - we forget how loud the silence is at 3AM, then 4 ~ at breakfast - as first a habit - then just a chore then an unwanted pause then... you don't NEED to sit - even at a table - to listen... to your silence. When - did you learn to listen to yourself? Speak the unspoken - listen to heartbeats echoing... When - do you realize being who you are IS who you are... When - do you look IN the windows - rather than out? When do WE learn how to cry - without a why? When... ...all the never-ever-mores forevers - closed doors on times on dreams on moments, lives ...on the whispers When? I know ...now. Chris © 2012 Chris
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
"When..."
Each of us has a version, an expectation - if you will, of just what "When" means. I wandered this place - coffee in hand. Looking, looking, listening, moving on. Friends, strangers, nooks and grannies, lil cracks in the walls - windows all, windows to the world of all the places that aren't and yet were... and its Tuesday no less - figures, all visited, ringing so stridently in the ears... The sounds of silence... "When..." When - we forget how loud the silence is at 3AM, then 4 ~ at breakfast - as first a habit - then just a chore then an unwanted pause then... you don't NEED to sit - even at a table - to listen... to your silence. When - did you learn to listen to yourself? Speak the unspoken - listen to heartbeats echoing... When - do you realize being who you are IS who you are... When - do you look IN the windows - rather than out? When do WE learn how to cry - without a why? When... ...all the never-ever-mores forevers - closed doors on times on dreams on moments, lives ...on the whispers When? I know ...now. Chris © 2012 Chris
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
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