just a thought.
only the heart has a direct pathway to the eyes. a look is enough to transmit the poetry that the tongue may not be able to form. when pop culture provides a romance with metaphorical fireworks and an exuberant soundtrack, it’s merely exhibiting the noise that has no place in the simplicity of emotion.
she used to jabber unnecessarily, finding it mandatory to constantly fill the air with her nervous laugh and mannerisms. yet she soon discovered, abetted by her thudding heart, that the noise within her was enough. of course, she didn’t stop talking altogether: staring at a person for hours in silence is just downright creepy. but instead, she found herself thinking that maybe the silence wasn’t such a bad thing. the silence didn’t mean an absence of expression or the calm before a storm. it didn’t warn of a coming danger, and it didn’t mean that all hope was lost. instead, the silence that enveloped her so warmly in his arms was a new form of noise. it was the noise of encompassing emotions, of understanding and sympathy. in retrospect, the silence was like a waterfall: it was the loudness of tranquility. the silence was a brand-new genre of resonance: the epitome of being completely, entirely in love.
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bah, whatever.
she used to jabber unnecessarily, finding it mandatory to constantly fill the air with her nervous laugh and mannerisms. yet she soon discovered, abetted by her thudding heart, that the noise within her was enough. of course, she didn’t stop talking altogether: staring at a person for hours in silence is just downright creepy. but instead, she found herself thinking that maybe the silence wasn’t such a bad thing. the silence didn’t mean an absence of expression or the calm before a storm. it didn’t warn of a coming danger, and it didn’t mean that all hope was lost. instead, the silence that enveloped her so warmly in his arms was a new form of noise. it was the noise of encompassing emotions, of understanding and sympathy. in retrospect, the silence was like a waterfall: it was the loudness of tranquility. the silence was a brand-new genre of resonance: the epitome of being completely, entirely in love.
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bah, whatever.