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It was a sort of comfortable silence that wrapped around my shoulders, then. A silence that wasn’t quite complete, but filled with the soft hums and groaning of the house as well as the semi-muted sounds that muscled their way in to me through the glass. A body shifting on the bed a few rooms over could be heard, as well. It broke the silence of course, but not the secret kind of spell that the silence brought to me. Uninterrupted by voices or music, minus the music of the cars and the people outside, the silence was comfortable, welcoming. Like an old friend who you hadn’t seen in a long time opening its arms, speaking softly as they embrace you once again. The feeling is familiar, though it’s been away for a long time. It’s been missed but, at the same time, underappreciated.
Sweet, simple silence has probably always had the tendency to slip under the bar, unnoticed. Replaced with the sounds of life, like laughing and crying; technology, like cars and the music that comes blasting from the speakers or headphones; or even as simply as the sound of rain and thunder rolling through the sky, wrestling with one another. In the midst of all that, silence is a gentleman and simply takes the back seat in the show, sitting oh so quietly and waiting for the right time to come out. To show his face to someone whose ears haven’t heard him for a while.
Perhaps he arrives at the best time, in the form of a quiet sigh and a lull in a heartfelt conversation between two best friends. It is welcomed as it slips in between the closeness, the wrapped arms and the lowered heads. It’s appreciated as it takes the place of sobs that could be ripping out at the moment, exposing the pain and agony of one of the two that are there. But it doesn’t, choosing to take hold of the two as they share a moment that they will more than likely never forget. That they will think about and call upon years later, when they’re both old. Maybe they’ve drifted apart, but the silence that is so comfortable and concrete then has stuck with both of them through the years, whatever they may have been filled with. Silence was what made the moment so special when they both were so stuck down and discouraged. One trying desperately to be strong for the other, while the other sits almost in awe of the words that came from their friend’s lips.
But silence is also there at the worst times. At the times when the lips still and the heartbeat fades away into the lonely echoes of something that was, inside of the ribcage. Silence is painful, then. It steals away both the heartbeat and the stunned, pained tongues of the people who are then, even if only for a moment. Sometimes it doesn’t last long, just long enough to stick one foot in the door before making its exit with a choked sob or a muffled scream. But it’s always there, visiting the scene even if it just is inside the numb confines of a loved-one’s head.
Silence, in my mind, can be in any kind of mood. The triumphant, gloating face of someone as both the supporters and opposers sit in stunned silence at an unexpected win. Awe, pain, anger, happiness… They all share a piece of the silence. They all have a hold of it and let it unite them, in some way.
I think that silence is just elusive like that. It carries an air of mystery, to me. A kind of gloating about it at the fact that you may never know what triggers what mood of silence. And, even if you try to avoid it, the gentleman of silence will still, somehow, make his way to you. Either when your heart stills in your ribcage for one last time, or merely the space between songs playing on your car CD player, it will find you. It be there, probably waiting for you to busy yourself with noise again so that it can play its little game and seek you out. So that it can wait and surprise you at the moment that you least expect it
It doesn’t look to be appreciated or even noticed, at times. It just is part of life. Part of what makes sound what it is and what carves both the weakest and the strongest moments in life. It punctuates your feelings and the moment that could end up defining a person forever. Even if they don’t realize it.
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 awesomecacy · Sun Jul 08, 2012 @ 05:20am · 0 Comments |
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