Five months of silence

It's been a while. It's a funny thing, silence. Some crave it, some reject it, others ignore it. Which ever way you look at it, it's still there. Silence screams our desires, it forces us to face our thoughts without shields. You can't hide from silence, it's unavoidable. It's buried in the lulls of conversation, the gap between songs, the moment before we drift into a dream. It's always there waiting for a moment to strike. It is true, you can't hide from silence, but you can break it. 4/1/12.

Along with silence comes time, a phenomenon that I have studied before. "Time heals all wounds, time waits for no man, time changes everything," it seems as though this concept of time is pretty infamous. People beg for a little more, for it to stop in its tracks, for it to rewind, to erase itself, to wait for them as they sort out their tragedies. We take time for granted when we feel that we're running out, we praise time when we find ourselves in need of healing. But time is too notorious to serve our needs. Time laughs at our pleads and lengthens our process of growth, but time is understanding. Time wants us to prove that we deserve the magic that it conveys, and that we understand the power of what it can do. And the most ironic thing of all? That understanding and entitlement of its prophecy all comes...in time.