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April 09, 2004 This paralysis of the tongue is not voluntary…believe me it’s not an excuse to avoid conversation. Can’t you tell that it’s the gloomy calm before the storm, the dark clouds before rain and the erratic dance of the horses before a hurricane? My silence loves hosting big parties…where depression and loneliness are the special guests…along with their children anger, frustration, and confusion. The festival is loud, rowdy and exhausting. Sleeping is impossible when the noise keeps collecting inside…till it chokes all words and the dead scream with the living. This silence belongs to me but it prays for something to pierce through. This silence speaks volumes…at least to me. I wish you were the sledge hammer that breaks through. I wish you were the jolt of lightening that revives the heart. I wish you were fine tuned to hear this silence. (5:36 PM) ~`~
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