I spend most of my life waiting. Mainly, for myself to get things right.
The silence of waiting bypassed any feeling of comfort life can offer. I sit with not much going on. People walk. Their shadows hover over me. Their voices disturb the storm that’s brewing inside. I can’t grasp reality. My curiosity is dead. My eyes don’t blink.
The sound of the engine begins to tell a story… far from tranquil. Nothing is said but my eyes scream in the silence. They fail me again.
This stillness is misleading.
Love, Alyazya
Very dark and touching.
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It was a lovely read.
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Such an excellent description of that feeling.
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Thank you 💙
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Beautifully expressed feelings. I can relate to this: “my eyes scream in the silence.”
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Thank you. I’m glad you can relate to this.
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Beautiful writing.
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💙 💙 💙
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Lovely and meaningful writing Alyazya – your words have drawn the picture.
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I’m glad you can see it 💙
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It is in the silence and darkness that our souls seek purpose. Finding none, they seek solace. Finding none, they begin to shriek and scream. All in the silence and darkness.
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Sounds hopeless. Like you are looking for a spark in the dark but all you see is the pitch black circumstances that surround you…
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Nicely paced.
Some of your work is like poetry without the lines chopped.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Perhaps you should unleash your inner poet, Alyazya?
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I’ve always been scared of persuing that
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The stillness seems blank to me.. I hope I can accept this state and move beyond the false identity I have created 😊
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There is a time and place for everything, including silence and waiting, but take this advice from the other end of life:
(“Been Here and Gone So Soon” Insect Trust, 1968)
Headphones, please. It need not be loud but to the bass line (and lyrics) attend.
be well,
yip
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