Strange are the depths of silence. Almighty, all powerful.
How-much-so-ever you may think you still, despite all, retain the ability to fathom your feelings, to phrase your thoughts into words well expressive of the many shades of the storm and the calm your heart is exploding and shrinking into, you can hardly meet the standards Silence sets. Sure, Silence does not help vent, but it surely saves you from a shallow expression of the helplessly complex knots your arteries and veins seem to conjure at times like this.
Leave your soul unspoken. It much deserves the sanctity of Silence.
How-much-so-ever you may think you still, despite all, retain the ability to fathom your feelings, to phrase your thoughts into words well expressive of the many shades of the storm and the calm your heart is exploding and shrinking into, you can hardly meet the standards Silence sets. Sure, Silence does not help vent, but it surely saves you from a shallow expression of the helplessly complex knots your arteries and veins seem to conjure at times like this.
Leave your soul unspoken. It much deserves the sanctity of Silence.
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