Dear Blog,
May I ask you a question? What exactly is silence? I bet you know the answer, my dear Blog. You have lived your small life as a silent object, to be open at my will for my typed letters and words to sink into your blog posts... isn't it? You can't speak to me as I speak to you through the rhythmic strokes of my keyboard! But even then I am silent too, because my lips and tongue aren't moving to give sound or speech to those words. So is silence the absence of sound? But I am sure there is more to silence than just "absence of sound".
Once again I ask you, "what exactly is silence?" Perhaps it is the result of thinking and sifting through memories best forgotten. Three words come to my mind at this instant - loneliness, isolation, death. Grim words....are n't they? I know there are happier things to describe silence. But this is my version.... happiness does not permeate it.
I guess I could call silence a type of noise... silence can be loud, intimidating, especially if it is directed the wrong way. I reckon silence is as loud as the waves crashing against scarred rocks.... those rocks would be weeping had they possessed the art of crying... the spray of salt from those threatening waves would rub more salt into their wounds... just as silence for me is rubbing imaginary salt into my imaginary wounds.
Silence can be a shield, but it can also be a subtle weapon. As a weapon, it is almost effortless, just a barely noticed drift to block me out, or the refusal to utter words...
BUT SILENCE IS NEVER EMPTY....
So my dear blog, this is my version of silence. Others may disagree with it, but because you do not speak back, I am sure you will agree, otherwise I would have never written all these on you in the first place.
Yet I am left with more questions than answers...
