Silence is the most beautiful and meaningful sound.
It has always a lot to say without even using a single word.
It is the most explainable way of being nothing, feeling a lot things and not wanting to share anything with a group of creatures who will never understand a word - while silence has so many things to share.
Its like an ocean, a vast ocean covered with so many treasures but hiding them in its waves, like cuddling them so softly, kissing the shore with the most beautiful lips of it, those who has nothing more to say, nothing except an endless sea of nothing, because nothing is what she can give to the one she loves except the very truth of her waves, its silence.
Only the truth, the most important thing of all.
And then the ocean can be very dangerous, you see it by the way she can shape stones to what she wants, but always to the most beautiful ones, the most unique ones, only by touching them. And they still there, they still keep an eye to her, while working this terrific creation with only her strict nature.
And what about this unending, infinite world under it, under the silent waves, who can only calm and make you feel something. This infinite meaning, the boundless treasures and lifeforms just under this beautiful and open world, unknown to the most of the living ones, but visible only to exceptions, those who can live inside her dark nature, without the apocalyptic light of the day, because in her darkness you can see everything, without limits, without the ugliness of a dry day. In her darkness you can see everything.
But those who love the sea will love and the darkness of it, just because the darkness is what it is about.
And silence is the only truth about her nature, bacause only her waves can give a sense of music to the one who can hear her not the one who is made only to watch and ask her favours.
They pollute her beautiful nature with their ugly bodies and using her for pleasure, without being able to see not even her inner rich and very unique beauty of her.
Because silence is all she can give, and vast are her treasures, she has to hide from those who makes her suffer. And blessed she is for keeping the monsters inside her, so they are not willing to consume all the worthless ones.
Condemned are those who talk to say much, when the only thing which can be spoken is the silence itself. And cursed are those who need to show much and ask for attention.
Because beautiful things dont ask for attention, they get it by the start.
And maybe if they really worth it, they keep it forever.
Like the sea itself.
Like the silence of her waves
And then they whisper safe
eternity awaits.
It has always a lot to say without even using a single word.
It is the most explainable way of being nothing, feeling a lot things and not wanting to share anything with a group of creatures who will never understand a word - while silence has so many things to share.
Its like an ocean, a vast ocean covered with so many treasures but hiding them in its waves, like cuddling them so softly, kissing the shore with the most beautiful lips of it, those who has nothing more to say, nothing except an endless sea of nothing, because nothing is what she can give to the one she loves except the very truth of her waves, its silence.
Only the truth, the most important thing of all.
And then the ocean can be very dangerous, you see it by the way she can shape stones to what she wants, but always to the most beautiful ones, the most unique ones, only by touching them. And they still there, they still keep an eye to her, while working this terrific creation with only her strict nature.
And what about this unending, infinite world under it, under the silent waves, who can only calm and make you feel something. This infinite meaning, the boundless treasures and lifeforms just under this beautiful and open world, unknown to the most of the living ones, but visible only to exceptions, those who can live inside her dark nature, without the apocalyptic light of the day, because in her darkness you can see everything, without limits, without the ugliness of a dry day. In her darkness you can see everything.
But those who love the sea will love and the darkness of it, just because the darkness is what it is about.
And silence is the only truth about her nature, bacause only her waves can give a sense of music to the one who can hear her not the one who is made only to watch and ask her favours.
They pollute her beautiful nature with their ugly bodies and using her for pleasure, without being able to see not even her inner rich and very unique beauty of her.
Because silence is all she can give, and vast are her treasures, she has to hide from those who makes her suffer. And blessed she is for keeping the monsters inside her, so they are not willing to consume all the worthless ones.
Condemned are those who talk to say much, when the only thing which can be spoken is the silence itself. And cursed are those who need to show much and ask for attention.
Because beautiful things dont ask for attention, they get it by the start.
And maybe if they really worth it, they keep it forever.
Like the sea itself.
Like the silence of her waves
And then they whisper safe
eternity awaits.
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