I read the silence and the motivations behind it...
I see the fear, the hesitation, the interpretations
It allows...

Why words if the silence speaks?
Why words when they are meaningless?
Why words when life is airless?

Sometimes the silence is the best philosophy...
No matter what we say or not, some things
Are immutable...nothing can be done...
We are alone...alone...
Nobody is there to listen to our heart.
So we detach ourselves...
Silence is an art, the most difficult art...

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