Silence. Is it because we ignore, or because we care?
Is it because we are wiser, or because we cannot be bothered?
Why do we want to break the silence at times, and fight so hard to achieve it at other times?
Why have some died for silence, and others alive thanks to it?
Why is it cherished by some and loathed by others?
Silence. Is it the absence of words or the presence of wisdom?
“A thought to ponder: If I couldn’t use words to speak, what would my life be saying?”
― Evinda Lepins