Quiet

In the recent days it was quiet, very quiet. Not talking and not listening. Being on your own, pacing from one site to the other. Imagination goes wild and rumour grows along the way.

Hoping that one day you can come home, switch off and fall into someone arms. Feel secure and at home, nothing ever will break the silence. The thoughts in your head swirling around, trying to find a way into the open. Maybe they will destroy or maybe they will build.

New ways are crossing your way every day without you knowing it, in silence you walk along the path you believe is destined for you. You might believe in fate and that everything happens for a reason. You might believe that whatever you do is because you want it to happen. We will never know; questions that never will be answered, no matter how often you ask. Should you ask them at all? Is this supposed to be like this?

Quiet. Not very often, but it does happen. Your soul (if you believe it exists) and mind come together and be quiet, go hand in hand together until one day your path separates them once again. Who will you listen to when both are quiet?

The light rises and the darkness falls behind you, looking ahead and not back. Open your eyes and wait with anticipation for what is coming into the light, what will now be visible to you. Like a child that looks at a lolly and hoping you will give it to him.

We will never know, never ever. Quiet. That’s the way it is. Do you dare to make a sound?