I like noise. If I’m home alone I crank the stereo, I dance and I am constantly singing. I can only imagine what my neighbours think of this weird opera, hip hop loving gyrator.
It’s only been a recent occurrence that I’ve noticed… silence is useful. Ok, so I’m not inventing the menstrual cup here, but I feel like this realisation is making some sort of impression on so many aspects of my life.
I am never one to hold back. Subtlety has never and will never be my strong suit. How does one pocket their thoughts when they could be screamed at the top of their lungs?! Lungs are made for this! No?
You know when you tell other people advice that you simply couldn’t take yourself? I feel like that is exactly what silence gives you. In confrontations, times of good and bad.
When you want to be heard. Be silent.
When you want to listen. Be silent.
When you want to run away… sit, and breathe and beeeee silent.
Let your own silence wrap around you. Let it swallow you and spit you and grate you and mate you.