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| Picture courtesy: Nia Janiar |
I know it’s not easy for you, so does for me
we used to hear voices:
happiness and laughter
sadness and silent cries
in the small package we call friendship
We used to find each other’s eyes
for they keep a naked mystery, all memories,
as mystery is always about curiosity
we find joy living in it, make fun of it
As now the mystery speaks the truth itself
we are unavoidably speechless, we cannot rephrase it;
you pretend not to hear a thing
but prefer sitting alone listening to the silence,
I of course hear nothing (from the silence),
but I understand more…
