We often stand, because we don’t like to moving,
And when something moves a way, tragically, sadly,
We call for such a moment,
To not only not to move,
But not to speak too,
As if it’s a protest against life itself like
“Look we are not going that way, maybe for a little while, but what we are saying is that : we are here, and silent, and alone, in a place we limited, alone, we are going to say it, and we are announcing it, that we are in pain.. maybe more, but we are only going to have it for a short while”
Because our souls were not built to endure the silence much more,
But is it ?
What if there is no one on the other side caring for our silence we are trying to make a meaning of only for us ?
And on the other side there’s silence, not trying to make a meaning, or hear it..
And the life we are trying to stand againt is not against us,
And if it’s the fate we are trying to protest on, also we’re not a victims of it ?
What if we broke the silence,
Who cares for our ill-manners ?
What if they cared ?
Who would see it, hear it, this non-silence ?
What if the entirety of our lives, studying, eating, going, writing, watching, socializing.. is just an act of a moment of silence ?
I think I’ll take a moment against silence itself, and click undo, for the rest of my life.
zaki monzer 