i dropped a tear in e ocean
once u find it
dat's e only time i'll stop
caring for u...

'dreams are full of meaning...my dreams are full of u' (implied meaning: u are e meaning of my life)

Of coz to begin with, silence is not silence at all; it is filled with our own perpetual inner chatter. As this gradually dies away, we begin to feel we know the silence intimately, almost as a person. We may experience it as threatening, hostile, even as a killing. We may experience it as a burden, tension, loneliness, insignificance, a state of being unloved and as loss of identity.
The dark face of silence it painful to look upon, and we long to be let off the encounter. We endure the illusion of people suffering- that their suffering is different, peculiar to them, and worse than other people's. We try every trick, every device open to us to dodge the moment we dread, the moment of 'letting go', of yielding, of opening ourselves to the torrents of inner pain.
Yet, it is precisely this which silence must achieve.
-Monica Furong-

0 Comments