The Stories Of The Unknown.

A mouse's maze, a humans brain.

12 pm

Among a crowd, I stood silent. They say silence is recognized from afar, but I see no one recognizing my quiescence. I stand in utter contrast in comparison to the others. But, I'm thankful that I stand making no noise, the thing is when you're quiet you see a lot of things you aren't supposed to. We move on with the crowd and see a few more sights, but not anyone is really paying attention. All occupied in distinctive conversation, I hear a baby crying a few feet away. But, then again I have the power to choose not to listen.
I look around, I see chewing gum stuck onto a wall. A man paying his taxi driver. I hear church bells and I remember that it's a Sunday. I think about the people who enter inside the library across the street, one is texting furiously, while the one behind him looks through his book. Everyone seems to be in a rush, I think I have yet to teach other's the art of silence.
You assume loads in noise, but you encounter true peace and precise information in silence. I witness that the knowledge of people is limited from not accepting silence, see acceptance of absolutely normal things helps in its vanquish. You gain power over a thing which many fear. There's controversy over power as well, some seek it to gain an upper hand over others, make oneself superior among many. Other's do it for fame, and some for fear. But what seems to intrigue me is that fear inaugurates loneliness, it allows the arrival of abandonment. The same abandonment that many fear. But, once again I tell myself that conquering something like loneliness will give you power as well. Due to the fact that loneliness and silence go hand in hand. Mere acknowledgement of the combination of those two may result in pure synchronization of both the sound and the silence. I shake my head from my thoughts, I think to myself am I the only one whose brain goes on field trips like this?
While being in a midst of a sight-seeing tour I saw sights that to me were eminent but hidden to the guide and the others. I know I told myself, I am different a bit out of the ordinary, I had accepted silence and loneliness as one. But then I have one more question left, then why do I not acquire power? My point isn't that power is what I intend in return of acceptance, but I do wonder maybe the power I have remains hidden to many including myself. And those who are willing to accept the truth and do believe that they are anomalies of nature, the chances are that they may see it in me. But then, another rat tugs on the drapes on my mind, unveiling the thought of everyone being an anomaly. Everyone forming a society with their differences. That maybe the differences that make us stand out unite us as a whole. Bring us closer, thus vanishing our insecurities or making us more vulnerable. All of a sudden I hear a bus horn, and a few screams, I realize that I'm standing in the middle of a street crossing thinking this all through. Not focusing on my tour nor the road. I chuckle thinking that just a few moments ago I was calling out on the others of the group for talking and not accepting silence to take in our surrounding's beauty, that I too had become so occupied in my thoughts I lost control of my own conscious. Which had me floating in a plasma of my own theory, trying to find a way out of my own brain.