PROMPT: write about silence

silence, it is both a blessing and a curse.

when at the end of an especially busy and stressful day and we need to relax, all that we want is silence. it frees us - we don't need to hear people's voices, cars' engines, those that remind us of work, and what we do to get to it and away from it. always nice to lie down on the sofa, with your feet propped up, the lights off with only the flickering shadows of dusk around you. it brings your heart rate down, the mind becomes peaceful, the muscles start to relax, your rationality and your sanity get restored. if only for a brief moment.

then there is the cursed silence. one that doesn't involve sound. anger, madness, a broken heart, a bruised ego - they delve into silence that fills you with angst and sometimes fear. fear of loss, maybe. the angry silence that you feel. the maddening silence that deafens. the searing silence that cuts into you, like a dagger that rips your heart and stabs your soul. yes, that kind of silence.

c.v.summerfield, oct. 21, 2009