One of the colors of silence
Sitting here in the silence...my finger tips caressing the keyboard, a slight smile on my
face...Entertaining the thought of complete and utter honesty ….
Contemplating turning a rock
Contemplating not to kiss toads
Contemplating….. the idea
What if ….and what if not?
What is more important the greater good or peace of mind?
Could you get an adrenaline rush sitting in the silence and entertaining an idea?
Am I so astringed by new ideas ….am I so used to be innovative?
Why cannot I disappear in the crowd ….
Why do my ideas have such a load voice and a faithful audience.
Maybe I will hide under a rock ….why do I have to free the creatures under rocks …why don't I join them ….