Baby Steps: Amanda POV

There are countless silences, all noisy in their own manner. 

There is the silence that speaks when spoken to, and broods when not. 

There's the silence that walks with weariness in its gait, the one that fatigue has robbed of it's virtue. 

There's the silence that bellows when anger smithed words will not suffice. The silence that seethes and bristles at the back of our minds. 

Then there is the silence that visits us when words are not enough to say. When the world is but a forgotten stepping stone, and we are all that matters. When i am listening to the tune of your voice plucking the strings of my heart and all i can breathe is you. 

I like that comfortable quiet that sneaks in upon us in a murmur of solace, that quiet that requires two to make. That is my favourite kind silence. 

I found that silences talk, and that they are loud, and opinionated.

I learnt that silences say more than words ever speak