“I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.”
Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way the words never could, my dear. The only place I could find you after you vanished into thin air was the silence. The intimacy between my skin and the space was our signal that the stipulated time has come. The puff of the wind was your presence. The emotional wilderness run wild and gave birth to my revival.
The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind. Have you ever wondered why libraries have special atmospheres? Quiet minds are not only relaxed, but can easily concentrate and create more freely. The silence and the creativity are secret lovers since ages. Silence is not empty, it’s full of answers. Just be sure that you are looking on the right shelve – maybe in the unsaid sentences section? Exploring your own inner library through the process of recovery can stock your mind with knowledge which you have never paid attention to. One should be more concerned about what his conscience whispers.