Silence

To me there is a difference between quiet and silence.

Quiet, i can deal with, i actually like.
It's peace.
It's not having to fill every second with sound.
Being comfortable not to have to say anything.

Silence.
i don't do well with silence.
Silence fills my brain with
What did i do?
What did i say?
Too many questions.
Dark, scary answers are formed.
Silence makes me feel alone, abandoned.

i wish i could totally get past it.
There are times where i feel like
i am in a better place with it.
i don't jump as quickly to the conclusions i used to.
i feel like i just say, whatever, or it is what it is
When i feel the silence envelope me.

But it lingers.
Until i hear something
Anything.
Noise to fill the void.

Speechless

That's what i've felt like lately.

Frustrated, tired...speechless.

If you read here...from the bottom of my heart, Thank you.
i will be back next week.
Between now and then i hope things happen that get my creative and other juices, flowing.

All's Quiet On This Front

A whole lot of nothing.

Sigh.

In a way, it's good.
Gives me time to reflect, take stock, plan.

What do I want.
What do I need.

I wish I had the answers.

In the meantime...
My mourning period has ended.

My sweet kindle.

His brother kindle, KT (kindle touch) is here.
I don't know what to make of it just yet.
If I'm comfortable with it.

I am taking my time to make sure.
As I am with S. Taking my time to make sure.