silence

If only it could speak, I know it would muster so much courage to express how it feels. That it’s dying, and is dying  more and more each day. On second thought, maybe it wouldn’t speak at all for it would take so much time identifying the right choice of words. It would probably cry because it won’t be able to identify what or who really causes pain, or what would really take it away.

At one point,it could just lie flat on bed and stare at the ceiling. Maybe count sheeps, or imagine stars shining from up above. Fill in the blanks, fill out the spaces.It would do everything necessary to be sane, but probably, at one point, it would just give up and declare itself unwell.

It would take days and unending moments to be able to move again. It should live. It should get a life and move forward. It should see the sun shining. Maybe follow the rainbow and see what’s on the other side. It is aware of the possibilities and realities of life but the unknown emotions are blocking its senses.

Nothing is permanent. Truth is, a particular state of mind or state of feeling could change in a blink. Well, it is aware that after all the confusion and the so called “feeling alone”, there’s happiness. Maybe a right moment, when it could just stand up and say that “this is what I ever wanted”. Or a point when it would be at peace in taking the path that was created for it. It is smart enough to know that…

But for now, it is empty. For no reason. For unknown reasons. For every reason. And no one would ever feel the same under similar circumstances. It should take a leap. It should analyze what could be missing. But it’s hard when all that’s left is SILENCE.