This initially was gonna be a blog about friends. i just have no words to speak.
Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things. ~ Author Unknown
it'll take more than one blog to talk about the million little things. one little thing here is a poem i wrote light years ago. and even tho am not that person anymore in so many ways, and i hardly remember those days, the words do linger.
One Of A Kind
Sometimes I sit & wonder how
I could have made it without you
I remember all those times you listened
& made me smile when I felt so blue
When I felt I had nowhere to turn
I knew I could turn to you
& although you couldn’t stop my pain
You still pulled me through
When my sun began to dim
You made me believe it will rise again,
When I felt all hope had gone
You showed me how to find it within
So if it all ends somehow
One thought still comes to mind…
The friendship we shared one day
is truly one of a kind.
~ misteca
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In Silence
Silence.
Silence is deadly.
The silence before the storm.
Our inner silence.
In a truly rare moment, when there is just silence around you, you become aware of your own breathing. You feel your heart beating. Your consciousness rises to another level. You actually notice you're blinking. Your senses are so acute; picking up signals and glimpses of things around you haven't noticed before.
Yet silence numbs somehow. Silence awakens the senses yet it numbs you. It's like time stands still for that split second. You can move, but ure really immobile. You are numb. Numb while you listen to the silence.
In another kind of silence, so many words are spoken. In silence, we actually say something. The message is in that silence. It's just a message without words.
They say some things are better left unsaid. Are they?
Especially when the sound of their silence is defeaning and it's all you can hear?
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends ~ Martin Luther King, Jr
Silence is deadly.
The silence before the storm.
Our inner silence.
In a truly rare moment, when there is just silence around you, you become aware of your own breathing. You feel your heart beating. Your consciousness rises to another level. You actually notice you're blinking. Your senses are so acute; picking up signals and glimpses of things around you haven't noticed before.
Yet silence numbs somehow. Silence awakens the senses yet it numbs you. It's like time stands still for that split second. You can move, but ure really immobile. You are numb. Numb while you listen to the silence.
In another kind of silence, so many words are spoken. In silence, we actually say something. The message is in that silence. It's just a message without words.
They say some things are better left unsaid. Are they?
Especially when the sound of their silence is defeaning and it's all you can hear?
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends ~ Martin Luther King, Jr
