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 π
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 π 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 π
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 π
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.