How the silence was born

I was with a bunch of people sitting under the night sky, talking about anything they wanted to.

I too had so much to talk about. Talk about those nightmares, those insecurities, those scars carved on my soul.

All these words failed to come out of my mouth, for they could not explain how I felt.

I wonder is this how silence is born?

All these people talking, hearing; but not listening;feeling.


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