No Words and Nothing to Say...

No words & Nothing to Say…
It’s called quiet because nothing is there, because there is nothing to say, not a whisper or voice in the distance, even yelling to the top of one’s capacity at close range falls on def ears, no words with enough substance to really matter, to truly change the conclusion you’ve unconsciously predetermined, how can we talk when there are no apologetic words to convey, no comforting words to let you know everything will be alright, why would you even take account of any words uttered to you when your mind is already a labyrinth of complexity and confusion, Even though I’m loving you, my problems are my own, my past is my own,  the mistakes I’ve made I’ve owned, doesn’t that alone entitle me to some type of response? So thus I make my decisions on my own accord, because regardless of any combination of scholarly terms that may be compiled, your opinion has already been made
Of what is, of what isn’t,
Of what is present, what is absent,
What is fact, and what is fiction,
When there are no words your mind is free to ramble, but in truth what is said can cause even further uncertainty,
So keep your secrets, don’t tell your tales,
Do not articulate a single truth or lie, no forgiving words, no condolences,
Retain the silence that you dare not speak,
Because in the end your words are useless especially when you have nothing to say…

FreeLove