Silence

Somehow, I'm shackled. Within the boundary of propriety, and a desert of dreams, I've been writing, insatiable. A vow, to speak my thoughts, my feelings, leads to this path. Yet, I'm still fettered.

Silent then: let no word escapes from this keypad that speaks the truth, of emptiness. Let every word swims in my mind, then flashes into obscurity, into horizon of darkness, never to re-appear.

Don't speak. Hush...

Silence is tranquillity; silence is peace, and source of knowledge. Silence is rest, and rich - in my room, in my mind. Words, sounds and images are detrimental and offer no rest, no calm - only chaos, confusions, contradictions.

Silent - let me be free, of myself, of this world of words, sounds and images. Like a baby, unborn, in a mother's womb. I await my rebirth.