Silence slithers into life freezing blood still and causing the desire to
scream in angst. Scream! Yell, try to muffle the quietness. Scream until you
are exhausted of the noise you make. The silence remains unlifted. The silence
just exhales cold air and keeps its grip steel.
Accept all the agony and frantic fever the silence brings. The agony stabs
right into the heart cutting it open. Emotions blended with blood will pour out
of the wound and flood the surroundings with red, brining torturing images of
you own past full of disillusionment and present full of painful search for the
self.
As the flow of emotions slows down and soothes it is the moment to fall
quite. Cease all the feverish screams and embrace the silence. Let the silence
inside and listen. You will hear a distinct voice of "I" speaking out
of the core of the conscience Its words are clear as the silence is
undisturbed. The understanding of your own self is possible as never before. And
you can see your reflection clear now in the stillness of the conscience.
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