aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - you have to get used to silence, you know? sometimes the words don't find you, and sometimes they don't find anyone else either. sometimes those devils are just going to dance nameless in your skull. sometimes the terror of being alone will claw you to the ground. but you have to keep faith, and the silence can be your prayer. the words will find you by your serenity. i walked mount sentinel in silence, because that was what i had. the sunset was a thousand hues of salmon and peach too intense to be real. it drew an unusually large crowd to the trail, and most of them did not have silence. but it was fine, in the end. by the time i reached the top of the trail, a buzzing indigo had covered every physical detail, leaving only the lights and the noise. the city was glorious, a sprawling jeweled shawl for the valley. and the sound.. cities make a warm grey roar, if you listen, gravel and breath. and for once i didn't mind the mundane babbling around me, because i realized it was all a part of the city's tuneless humming. and then i remembered that i can be as well. 1:02 a.m. - 2013-04-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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