It is here the thoughts came rushing back. Ideas and passion that I thought long forgotten came reminding me of before when my responsibilities weren’t as heavy and I could breathe a little easier as the stresses of adulthood and career had yet to hold me hostage.
I’m finally home, free from distraction, momentarily unrestrained from obligation.
Away from endless loops of hair tutorials and conspiracy theories. Here in the silence I am reminded why I stopped talking that summer.
It is here that all senses are alive and that dead feeling, the nagging feeling of only existing fades. In the Silence I can hear the rain fall onto the drive way, I can finally taste the coconut milk in the lukewarm coffee.
In the Silence I find discomfort and yet I find a strange peace; I am re-discovering the Creative, the Dreamer and the Humanist has returned; pieces of me overshadowed by the Cynic, the Perfectionist and the Pessimist. I know now that I must deaden the noise and snuff out the blue light.
In this dreary hour and in the small room in this silence I have found ME.
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