Bleeding Silently

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Do you remember when we met? You sat on a bench by the waterside looking out into the distance, so poised and dreamy I could not help but notice you. So I stopped and asked for a light. The lamest opening line, I know, but my mind just went blank. This was the first indication things were about to change, but I was unaware of it at the time. You had a book of matches, with the logo of a exclusive club downtown on the back and our eyes met as we lighted up. We sat next to each other silently smoking, enjoying fleetingness of the moment, yet it was so familiar and comfortable I felt I never wanted to leave; I could bask in the warm light of the now setting sun and remain quiet on this bench for all eternity. It was sheer perfection. Even after we extinguished our cigarets we continued our wordless exchange. I think this might be the exact moment when i became infected, when we started to merge and because we had no need for words, my vocabulary started to escape me, slowly evaporating. One by one the words left my brain and though i could feel some beautiful ones, like umbrella and dalliance linger, it was inevitable and in the end it was just us and a deafening silence.

Yes, we we’re happy together, there is no doubt about it, but I do think we we’re ill matched. Even though there is nothing better than breathe the same air as I run my index finger slowly down the back of your neck, I cannot stay here; this petrified desert without paragraphs or punctuation. It is through expressions and language that we give form to our inner world and now that most words have been lost, like grains of sand on the beach during a wild November storm, it is if I have become blind. I have lost all desires except my desire for you. My heart bleeds, yet has become a stone, as a modern Sisyphus i push my own heart up the mountain without hope. Caught in your wordless trap, I have lost my tongue and if I do not leave, I will lose my mind. You have eroded my foundation and before my entire world disappears, i must severe our soundless tie and scream my name as loud as I can.

NoWordsSong for today: Susanna and the Magical Orchestra – Enjoy the Silence

The Author

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”  Miss Piggy

5 Comments

  1. Thank you. I wrote it as a short exercise, the assignment was to write a letter to you writer’s block saying goodbye.

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