Silence?

Your silence is killing. Your presence in it even more.
Sometimes I wish I went deaf to the silences with incoherent voices of the past.

Unsaid and Unspoken

She silently watched as he walked past. The glance implied something more. Almost magically they connected. Discovering the contours of their personalities. It is possible to fit into something that might be empty. But how does one fit around spaces of something and someone already full? There is excitement in the unknown, just as there is an unexplained desire to belong and be sure. Silences followed by spaces, intensity broken by distances and contours turning into zones started to all define something. They were fluid but is that enough? Do we either fit or not? They moved from unclaimed to defined, from hazy contours to boundaries, from feeling to knowing and from being to planning and yet they had so much more to discover. He walked past yet again, this time she watched and the glance did imply something. It meant they were connected, they knew and the possibly the knowing killed it all or possibly they yet fit into each others lives in more defined ways.

A quote comes to my mind just like that:

"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."
- Dorothy Nevil.

Similarly
"Relationships are about knowing as much as leaving spaces to be found or kept unknown!"

Insomnia is good afterall

Long day, new city, tiring week and looking forward to a weekend to be spent with special people! The only words that come to my mind:

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky -
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless...
~William Wordsworth