Posted by blamethebanjo on Friday, February 29, 2008
This quiet walk.The only sound I hear are echoes of my own thoughts as I silently verbalise each feeling and emotion as if talking to myself.In a sense I am talking to myself trying to convince this person of some truth I have discovered making him realize that I am worthy to converse with.It seems foolish considering it is me who is doing both listening and talking.
The sound of leaves tumbling past my feet caught up in the wind that has suddenly appeared, drawing my attention away from my thoughts rattle as they move on having distracted me.Quietly laying against a stone the lifeless leaf waits until another force finds it to change it's location one more time.And so it waits.
The grays and browns have become the color to wear now that the green hues have gone.The green faded as life faded.As life faded the leaf became detached from it's high place, helplessly drifting toward the Earth it knows nothing of what lies ahead.
I stop and listen.I look around at so many fallen leaves in this place.It is a place full of stones.The sound of my silent voice begins to ask me questions that have no answers.It is good that only I can hear some of the words for much of it would make little sense to anyone else.As I stop again an audible utterence breaks the silence.Somehow I feel the need to be heard here where it seems there is not one to hear me.
I must go but will return as I always do.I will come back to walk this quiet walk and say the things that only vibrate inside my own mind.Some words will travel from the place of their origin perhaps to be spoken softly.Who can say that they are not heard here among the many stones? Pehaps as I have listened to the rustle of the leaves I too have been heard among the many stones.
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