The perpectual encore

What's concealed in either silence and words remains uncertain. What’s left is always the eluding expectations, the gaps between, the intentions unfulfilled. Yet silence and words can mate to make a perfect match as they communicate each other intents to one another.

There’s no truth in words, like there isn't in silence... there’s no truth anywhere but within our souls. And souls speak a simple and unique language… the kind one can't learn nor rehearse. This language isn't safe from danger… it unwraps you, relays your inner and truthful voice, speaks your hidden wishes and concealed needs, the long-time locked secrets. Once this channel is opened you no longer in command, and your thuth and belongins can get lost… looking for places that whisper your name even if from faraway… for they may be lost never to return or stolen never to be retrieved. What if getting lost is the only true salvation? 

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Wait. Let the gravity take you back. Don’t listen to that soul of yours… Be the usual cold and robotic machine everyone seeks in you... do what you were trained to do. Be no more than what was allowed for you to be, go no where you weren’t invited to. It’s easy…  just a repetition... an encore of your life greatest performance.

Listen... the whispers are growing again... Let them came then, if they insist, and keep me company... We shall keep it between us...

Feb 4, 2008 // edited Jun 9, 2016