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Rend The Silence

I made a record of the piercing cold, the day after, something somehow heard it, now the heating pipe is slowly warming up. 

Everyone has the preference to react to things. Silence is considered as one of the reactions. But the fact is, if it is never been told, nobody or nothing knows. Don't bring up the brainwave-reading, I'm talking about the traditional human to human interactions. How you feel matters, just say it out loud, rend the silence. You'll get response if you say it, but if you say nothing, I respect the decision on rotting the either extreme importance or tiny triviality inside somewhere no one else knows.

I feel truly blessed to live till the day to see the half-rupture silence. I pray for the day to see the fully-collapsed silence, in the dimension I'm in. 

 

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