Silence Speaks When Words Can't

I am strolling by the seashore by myself- alone- thinking that the sea waves rushing would at least ease the pain that I am carrying with. I sat away on a wooden chair for my feet were getting satiated with the water. Silence attacked me, and little by little, it ate the whole ambiance. It was talking. Loud. Defeaning. It was talking that words where shamed to be even spat out of my mouth. I loooked at the sea, the cerulean sea that looked calmer than what I am feeling right now. But the atmosphere of hope and joy tends to infiltrate in my mind. After a decade of in deep water, for the first time(again), I guessed I felt it. The pain and sorrow that i am holding for years is something like leaving out of my heart, bygones.

A time to heal has come, I guess.

In this moment, the sunlight breaks my gloomy mood. The silence that I am having was broken into pieces of memories. My mind was bringing back all the memories.

(This is my first story and it is just a Three- part short story. Hope you'll enjoy it.❤)