The Sound of Silence
I stay up all night, because I want to be alone. The days are full of hurry, of people and their…agitation … flooding over me, up close and really loud, even though I’m nestled away in my home, I can still feel them… all the people.
In the night, in the silence, I feel lonely. But if I must be lonely, I think I’d rather be alone.
the silence, like a cancer, grows...
I didn’t know this version of the sound of silence, beautiful! And yes, sometimes can be nice to be alone
i knoooow right? i love that ‘band’… such beautiful voices… and i concur, about being alone… thanks, robert xoxox
i love this impressionism and the words to accompany it
my words, a mish mash of feelings about being insomniac and a highly sensitive person
thanks, sis xox you should listen to the song, it’s beautiful
The quiet of winter can be a lovely thing. Solitude (different than isolation)–sometimes our souls cry out for it.
A very contemplative post. Thanks.
yes, sometimes stuff like that just comes out of me… but you’re read my novel, so you know that
and yes, snow gives a special sound of silence…
thank YOU xoxox
i like the image, Elaine, with the two big trees passing by. and something to ponder upon, your text
thanks, Ayush!! you’re very kind xoxox
Absolutely like you. And what you do so well. A fleeting winter landscape, coloured in duotones only. Beautiful. And yes, silent.