Silence

Originally published on the blogsite, thingsfromsomewhere; republished with permission.

The solid state of silence stands between two people like a wall. It separates them, drives them apart.

But it also acts as a shield, protecting you from words of others that rain down on you like bullets.

The liquid state of silence is dirty water in which accomplices are submerged up to their necks. It is suffocating, foul-smelling, and shameful.

But it is also a warm, clear lake where two people swim together, its water caressing both their skins at once.

The gaseous state of silence is the void where words knot together. It makes one uneasy. It is an anxious wait.

But it is also the cool air that fills our lungs as we float through it alone, as light as a feather.