Silence is never nothingness.
It was never.
It's full of confusing emotions,
which remain unexpressed.
It's full of unspoken words,
which make our throat bleed just like the sharp broken pieces of mirror.
It's full of unresolved mysteries,
tangled like numerous threads.
It's full of awkward madness,
beyond all the limitations,
whether known or unknown.
Being comfortable with silence is a rare art.
Those who experience this uncomfortable comfort,
fall in love with silence,
where they experience the unexpressed emotions,
where they come across the unspoken words,
where they find the old and new scars and the broken pieces of the soul,
where they untangle the threads of the past and use them to weave the future,
where they gain the miraculous power of madness.
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