There’s so many words that flood my mind when I try to put thought to page. This time, they will not have nearly the freedom they usually have, as I am writting this from my phone. On this ocassion, I suppose I must be selective.
I’m here in the silence, but it’s hardly quiet. My mind won’t shut up, but neither will something much deeper. It’s hard to find a good way to accurately express everything I’d want to…and even if I could, I join the silence thinking it far better to remain in kind.
Everything my mind would wish to say is far more than trivial. As much as I want to be able to freely voice some of it, I know it wouldn’t stop there merely with words. Our actions have a direct and sometimes irreversible effect on those around us. Speaking what the heart is wrestling with can become something much bigger than mere sentences.
Besides that, the heart is a funny thing. It pursues what it will regardless of the hosts best intentions. It has a will and a fire of it’s own that defies logic and reason in search for it’s want. I have a love hate relationship with this concept. That shouldn’t need explaining.
Words don’t do justice for what the silence wants to keep. The mind never stops wandering when the heart is left in wanting. Not poetic, nor eloquent. But this isn’t meant to be a profound grand production. It is merely a snapshot.
