The Silence...
I've been dealing with the silence of things today.
Like the complete and total silence of this damned office except for the sound of this keyboard. The phone has not rang in almost 2 hours. There have been no faxes. Everybody's been plugging away at their desks in the back.
So I read a whole bunch of my previous posts. In silence.
Well, I did let out the occasional chuckle here and there. Some of the things I've said over the years have been pretty damn funny, if you ask me.
The other silence...it's hard to explain. It's that uncomfortable silence you feel in the pit of your stomach that signals the beginning of the end of something. That silence that speaks volumes as two minds chatter incessantly and say absolutely nothing. The silence that you wait in, knowing the inevitable is coming as you desperately think of ways to fix what's been broken. Then there's the sickening silence you give yourself when you ask if it's worth fixing, even worth fighting for, and you can't come up with an answer. And there's the silence of your room in the middle of the night when you wish you could rewind time. But where would you rewind it to? And what would you do differently? The silence only tells you that what's done is done and there's no going back.
It is a painful silence.
Like the complete and total silence of this damned office except for the sound of this keyboard. The phone has not rang in almost 2 hours. There have been no faxes. Everybody's been plugging away at their desks in the back.
So I read a whole bunch of my previous posts. In silence.
Well, I did let out the occasional chuckle here and there. Some of the things I've said over the years have been pretty damn funny, if you ask me.
The other silence...it's hard to explain. It's that uncomfortable silence you feel in the pit of your stomach that signals the beginning of the end of something. That silence that speaks volumes as two minds chatter incessantly and say absolutely nothing. The silence that you wait in, knowing the inevitable is coming as you desperately think of ways to fix what's been broken. Then there's the sickening silence you give yourself when you ask if it's worth fixing, even worth fighting for, and you can't come up with an answer. And there's the silence of your room in the middle of the night when you wish you could rewind time. But where would you rewind it to? And what would you do differently? The silence only tells you that what's done is done and there's no going back.
It is a painful silence.
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