Friday, 29 March 2013

Breaking ...

Silence, for all it's mystical, whimsical and wise properties, is keeping me prisoner. With the passing of each silent day, another bar goes into the cage and I, half crazy for the want of words, pace endlessly up and down the concrete floor.
Inside me, thoughts, ideas, agonies scratch to be given a voice, nails on a blackboard, wet fingers on cotton wool.
Today it has become unbearable and so I sit here, trying to break this silence.

I have ideas swilling round inside and yet it almost hurts to entertain them. 

I have hopes that this post will loosen the odd bar, enough at least for a piece of me to slip through.

"Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death."
Jean Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778) Swiss political philosopher and essayist"


  1. HELLO LOVE , picture me, reaching in through your self built cage, my gentle hand reaching to you as together we move the bars so you can make it out in to freedom and truth and we can sit together and talk. I am here.
    Love to you

  2. Bless you Gail. You are always here! Thanks for the hand. I'll take it.
    Happy Easter.

  3. I also hope you slowly start slipping through

  4. Yes PS... I have. However, I am trying to put the brakes on.