Seldom will you ever find a friend who will sit with you in your silence, one who may or may not understand but still- he or she, will sit with you in your silence.
As if the world has sum itself up into a second of a minute where all being has forgotten what it means to speak; as if all that every one knows is to listen
To the silence.
As if words have set themselves free of all of us human beings; that we have become strangers to them- words.
Silence.
Seldom will you ever find silence as you sit with a friend. Seldom may a friend understand.
But too often, silence who is a stranger to the words, listens. And my God, how it understands.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Seldom will you ever find a friend who will sit with you in your silence, one who may or may not understand but still- he or she, will sit with you in your silence.
As if the world has sum itself up into a second of a minute where all being has forgotten what it means to speak; as if all that every one knows is to listen
To the silence.
As if words have set themselves free of all of us human beings; that we have become strangers to them- words.
Silence.
Seldom will you ever find silence as you sit with a friend. Seldom may a friend understand.
But too often, silence who is a stranger to the words, listens. And my God, how it understands.
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