Monday, December 14, 2009

Dealing with Stress

You can't help me deal with it. You can talk to me, you can give me a million-million pieces of advice, but you can't take this away.

It is energy. Flowing out. It flows out from me. All you can do is watch and sympathize. And you know what sympathy means? It means silence. Yes, because words hurt sometimes. They hurt most often. Words? They have no sounds. They got color and texture and depth. They are part of the energy. I don't wanna hear them. Just want to see them, feel them, plunge myself into their depths, be painted in them like the silicon on the white canvas.

I am kinda knocked out. Staring at the endless, black pit. The words are colorless. The canvas immaculate like stale innocence.

The energy has been wasted. Words have been left fluttering in the wind. Didn't get them. They heal. They lull us to repose. They have their magic also. And those you have spoken as though sustaining the hushed silence of unveiling. I have loved them. I will lie down and sleep comes at once. Because there is a music that flows from the silence of things like ethereal lullaby.


Pasky said...

Silence!!!! Beautiful Rom.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I also loved that particular post. This guy has a beautiful talent.

welcome to the WORLD OF HAVEN VALLEY

I am not a cut different from the ordinary human who walks the street. But in my journey, I strive to understand the music that surges from the wide worlds within every individual, that which makes him/her that fragile and sacred at the same time. I have found myself sometimes looking at someone farting with thumps-up as though goading him on to sanity. Seemingly meaningless things have been things that have communicated sense to me especially during louring hours. That is what this journal is. I offer these thoughts to the world with wonted pleasure and gratitude to all that awakens the human in me.

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