the quiet

i've been a fan of the quiet for far too long.
though honestly, i love it. it helps me think.
it brings me back to serenity and times when my mind isn't in circles.
the quiet gives me hope.

there are a lot of days that i wished the quiet would go all day long. that no squeak or scream could interrupt. that the world would go on a silent streak. all we would hear are the wonders of nature around us. a silence so deafening that the peace of the birds would beg to be hummed. that the rage of the wind would be subtle knocks on our windows. that every breath a whistle blown from our nose. the swaying of the grass from a field just beyond the stream would patter dew on puddles.

i love the quiet.

somewhere, a minute walk away, the waves are crashing on a concrete wall. somewhere, an hour away, leaves are falling from a mango tree. somewhere, miles away, i'm hearing your footsteps. hearing the curl of your lips to a smirk. hearing the sound of your doorknob turning as you push the door open. hearing the rustle and bustle of the city and highways in between us.

but from both our ends, silence.

you find it odd, different from what we've been used to. i find it calming.
i don't have to say anything. i don't want to say anything. just yet.

i've been a fan of the quiet for far too long
i wanted to see if you would think the same.


-e.c.

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