Do you know what is it like to be out of words?
The moment when your voice determines to go on a retreat
and chooses to be irresponsible this time
like a mother leaves her child in the cold winter
The moment when your ears anticipate
the silence has covered them with anxiety
anxiety is not an enemy
but a friend
a friend who is yet to be appreciated
when they have always been pampered by the caress of soundwaves
The moment when your eyes are obsessed
obsessed with the present
overwhelmed with the intriguing stimuli
that knock your door amidst the intense silence
Your ears
they long to hear
even if it is just a subtle whisper
from the lips
to break this silence
Your eyes
they long to see
see the changes of reaction
which are to be triggered by utterance
or the absence of it
But silence is all there is in the air
you breathe in
i breathe out
that is all our ears can grasp
Our voices have left a note on the table
saying they have gone on a vacation
our lips
have become closed doors
and all those unspoken words
are butterflies that roam around the empty house
behind closed doors
Let’s hope that they will not be a mess
When the doors are opened once again
If being a mess is the only behavior. they can adopt
Let them be a beautiful mess
The most beautiful mess amidst the monotonous patterns
