I don't hear it, but I know it is talking to me, telling me about my falls and stands, dreams and nightmares, hopes and reality, and about people in my life and those who passed away. I am trying to ignore it; but deep down inside me, I know there is a part of me listing to it. Yet, sadness is an overwhelming burden that I am unwilling to take. It comes and brings all the unspoken words, the tears hidden by a fake smile, the pain in a seemingly happy heart, and the memories of the beloved ones who left us, whether on by or against their wills.
Hell, silence! What do you want me to do? It's over, it's okay for me like that... I don't want your noises to disturb my peace... or what seems to be like peace. I just realized that weeping is not the best way to overcome life. I have to stand, to fall, then STAND, then fall harder and harder, and then to STAND AGAIN! No matter what, I have to continue my journey, whether I like it or not, whether it is happy or not, and whether I can continue or not. Then, I recall:
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
But the noisy silence doesn't buy it! It wants to penetrate inside my fragile soul. It tries harder, I resist so hard! I resist the hardest I can! Then, I fall on my knees! Crying! Weeping! Cursing! Consequently, out of anger and pain, I reveal the unspoken words, the hidden pain, and the vivid hidden memories! These burdens seem like eternity, but in reality, it's a moment of falling apart. Then, I stand again, collect the broken pieces together again and walk away; while I am aware that silence is still following me!