In Between Silence

The years go by like a film

One of those photographic films, or cinema reels that are no longer used

Outdated, transformed. Past.

Einstein said that time and space are relative, but that time moves in only one direction

Right or wrong, time is never uncertain. It is sure and unwavering.

And as it passes, certain emotions once desired will never truly be felt

Some choices were final, and certain paths taken no longer offer a way back

Everything leaves an impact

How do you convince a pulsating mind and an effervescent heart of what is definitive?

Whispers of the Self

There are things I only hear when I’m alone — fragments of who I am, carried by the weight of my solitude. These whispers don’t come as answers, but as questions I still don’t know how to ask.

I am not joy, nor sadness

I am feelings

Many — expressed and contained

I am explosion and implosion

I am the one who speaks and the one who falls silent

Who expresses

With eyes, with gestures, with words

Sung, spoken, or written

Mostly written

I am bubbles

Of blood running intensely through my veins

Of air that cools my spirit

I am me, and I am many

I am intense

I live, I relive, and I relive again through memories

I accept, I fall silent

And I record

I look at photos from the past

I no longer recognize that person

I look at my reflection in the mirror

And I still don’t know who it is that looks back at me

I pause, I repeat, I reflect

The tears come and go

Highs and lows in a rollercoaster of emotions

Loneliness

Solitude

The reinvention of routine — and of myself

I throw myself into work, body and soul

Hyperfocus… I keep myself busy

Judgements

Distancing

Isolation

There is nothing more lonely than the path of someone who chooses to follow their own heart and their own principles

Whispers of the Self

Where Silence Finds a Voice

Whispers of the Self

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