Silence

Sometimes it is not about what you say or hear,
It is about how you share the silence,
How you use the silence,
How you feel the silence.

It can be angry.
It can be stressful.
It can be weird.
It can be awkward.
It can be playful.
It can be uncomfortable.
It can be dishonest.
It can be kind.
It can be compassionate.
It can be understanding.
It can be indifferent.
It can be heavy.
It can be admiring.
It can be belittling.
It can be hateful.
It can be loving.

But sometimes,
Only sometimes,
You find the one,
To share the silence with,
As it deserves to be shared.

Sometimes,
Only sometimes,
There is just silence,
And nothing else,
No fear,
No worry,
No tension,
No excitement,
No games,
No plays,
No fallacy,
Just peaceful honest empowering yet comforting silence.
Without feeling the need to break it,
Or get out of it,
Just wanting to hold on to the silence,
With whom it is being shared.
The rare sacred weightless flawless silence.