You speak so much but you say so little
I have always believed that you can say more with silence than with words. I find myself repeatedly realising this in moments of brief clarity, courtesy of my conscience. It is precisely through silence that I become aware of how relieving it is not to speak. A profound hug with a long lost friend, an exchange of a smile with an old lover - sometimes we need to hear nothing in order to understand anything at all.
The hustle and bustle of the city vibrates thrillingly through the air as I weave myself through the crowd. Fragments of conversations fly past me and I try to catch them with my hands. Like bubbles, they break the moment I touch them, disappearing into thin air leaving only a residue of regret. Why should it be those that talk the loudest that say the most?
I had a tête-à-tête with the mirror, always trying to have the last word. It said to me, “You speak so much but you say so little.” So what do you say to that? Well, hopefully nothing.
