Questions were asked in silence..
and the answers came as a hope..
The silent talker, began to wonder..
and had his thoughts provoked..
The cold comfort of the silence,
from wisdom of the unknown,
The cold comfort of his silence,
shattered by the will to explore..
The words came in defiance..
and the replies came as echoes..
The vocal listener, muted in awe..
as their thoughts merely echoed..
The mystery of the silence,
broken by these words..
The comfort of his silence..
shattered by his echoes..
Silence, extended by the distance..
A comfort now known to words..
Words, engulfed by the silence..
A mystery, that forever shall hold..
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How do we survive the variance ?There is a mystery in those words..How are we not offended by the similarities ?There is a comfort in that silence..-----------------------------------------------
there might be a lot of contradiction here, but thats what a crazy mind can come up with ;)
p.s. : 'cold comfort for change' part of lyrics from 'wish you were here' by Pink Floyd.