Sometime all you have to say nothing. But most often when someone says nothing, they really have something to say. The complicated emotions that curse and bless us at the same time, many times effect basic motor functions, such as speaking.
You want to say something. But your afraid that whatever it is that you want to say might be met with the other person saying something. And sometimes that is the reason that the mouth never opens. The heart doesn't want to reap what the mouthed sowed. But ahh, how often we learn such a lesson the hardest way possible.
Yes, that one time that the most honest thing that you have ever said, maybe "I love you" was met with something that wasn't what you expected. What your mouth sowed, your heart reaped, and many times, the harvest killed it.
So it lay there in the cavity of your chest like broken corn stalks, in some bizarre crop circle of the heart. The more that you brew over this happening the larger the crop circle of the heart grows. It grows to the point that there is not corn stalks standing and all that is left is the broken feelings that you once so yearned for. Now you shun it all, and sit in the dark where no corn can hope to grow without the sunlight of human touch.
Silence is the hardest thing to say.
And when that silence is spoken it can save and destroy. Silence in it's own is never a ally. But sometimes a necessary evil.
Silence is the hardest thing to say . . .
Don't let the silence destroy you, so that you . . .
May Live 2 See The Dawn
