I am fond of silence and silence is fond of me.
On snowy winter mornings when I write silence clears my worried mind and soothes my restless heart and calms my disposition. Silence is then stilly bliss.
On torrid afternoons in summer when I espy through the window shirtless men and girls in shorts bantering, the silence in the room roars and makes clamorous noise, as if incensed by the heat, and I close the window and draw the curtains and sigh.
On quiet weekend nights when I lie in bed unable to fall asleep silence makes the loneliness in the room echo. I roll about on the mattress until I discover that one side of the double bed is much colder than the other. I hug my pillow and weep.
Oh silence, inconstant companion!
Soothing in the morning, noisy in the afternoon, troubling in the dark…
What am I to do with you?
PS: Once Oliver Colors’ biography is well written, this hatted boy shall gladly exchange silence for an inky-haired woman. But until then…Related articles
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Oh, silence! Sometimes, there’s nothing better than resting in silence. But, of course, silence can be disturbing because the voices of our thoughts resonate much louder in the silence, and it makes the silence becomes disturbing… Anyway, I like it and the solitude of the silence too, sometimes!
Many find silence harder to bear than noise, it seems to me. 🙂
Just found your blog yesterday and I must say I like it.
Now, from a Romanian to another, good idea to target English readers! And despite our nationality, every stop by your blog to say “Hi!” but this one, will be completely in English.
Succes pe mai departe cu scrisul! Pe curand!
I tip my hat to you Adriana! 😉
Beautiful on silence.. The last words are just brilliant! 😀
I suspect you are a noisy person. Am I right?
That truly depends on the mood 😛 I can be 🙂
Silence helps me survive. It keeps the harmony.
I think silence is closer to me than are words…
Cherish the silence you have now. Once the inky girl arrives to your life for good, you’ll have days when you’ll long for the silence that now sometimes seems unbearable…
Walking away silently,
Julita
My dream wife is mute.
Hope your dream comes true :).
Julie, what do you make of this new theme?
Is it acceptable to your fashionistic eye?
A bit odd I must say.
Odd in a bad way?
Mmm, yeah…:/ Not so good… It looks very similar to the one before yet something’s just not right with it which made me feel you have changed something but then again, I wasn’t 100% sure… Now that you ask me about the NEW theme, I can be sure… And yes, something just doesn’t seem right here.
I really like the font, you know.
I like it too.
You perfectly articulate the tension that comes from needing silence, embracing it, becoming weary of it, hating it…. well done.
My shadowy attic is silent as I write this comment. 🙂
Silence is always my friend…for it is so rare…There is often noise in my head…Background noise that is.
When you go out, do you use headphones?
No I do not, I imagine it would be worse don’t you think?
Silence is the truest drug.
I remember vividly these phases, but I NO LONGER EXPERIENCE THEM. Am I then, no longer a writer??