Look at the people.
The silence makes them squirm.
All the talking going on usually seems to be an attempt to escape the silence that forever engulfs them.
But the good conversations, the really good ones, come when the silence wants to speak and relate to itself.
What a different world it would be if two strangers could commune in silence as well as through words.
Then there would be balance, and it would be magic.
Be comfortable in silence, and you can be comfortable with everyone.
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These Poems
PoesíaThese poems, I don't know where they come from, I don't know who they are for, or if they are for anyone. Perhaps they are just wild musings with no aim, Or perhaps they will touch someone, heal someone, or take that pain out of them like a surgery...
