As DJ and I lay on the hammock in Scott's backyard- at an unearthly hour- at a recent sleepover at his place, we both gazed through the vines that grew over the house, at the singular star that was visible. The place was peaceful, everyone was asleep, and the wind smoothly caressed our bodies.
It was rare for it to be so quiet between us. Ever since we've known each other since September of last year, ours has been a wierd friendship- sometimes soft and caring, sometimes loud and turbulent, and other times- just plain silly. But never quiet. We always seemed to have something to say to each other- whether it be words of encouragement to get through tough times, or little nabs at each other in Debate class, or yelling at the top of our lungs to express the anger we felt, or just the occassional deep conversations we had about life in general- we were never quiet.
But for the first time, I realised how golden silence was- and how it encompassed a million words in the matter of a moment. And more than anything, I realised how satisfying it was- how calm, and yet ruffled; how deep, and yet light; how comforting, and yet thought-provoking.
I finally found some words to describe the feeling, "Isn't silence almost like... like a silk blanket DJ? I can almost feel it covering my entire body- ever so lightly..."
For the first time in a long time, he agreed, "That's some deep shit man!"
But it made me think back to the other times- when silence had not been all that golden. The times when it was awkward- when it just seemed like the absence of words; the times when it stung- when some things that just needed to be said, never were; the times when it was deafening- when it screamed out to me to talk.
I wonder if silence changes its personality from situation-to-situation, or from person-to-person. Was it the moment that had made if feel like silk, or was it just my friendship with DJ that transcended words?
Maybe it was just a mix of both. It was the deepness of the friendshi
p that we shared- that made it so comfortable, where the unspoken words were just understood. But it was also the beauty of the moment- the serenity of the night, and the stillness of life that it brought along- that made it all the more beautiful, all the more powerful, all the more silky.
In a way, it seemed like all the words that were actually said, were more misunderstood than this one moment of silence. It seemed like this one moment seemed to heal all- the past, the present, and even what was yet to come. It seemed like the absence of words made it easier for the thoughts to go from my mind to his- without passing though our mouths and ears.
So why is it that sometimes, some things just need to be said? Why can't the words be understood? Why can't the blanket of silk lie gently, and not itch? Why can't the million unspoken words express themselves? Why?
Whatever it may be, it was one of the most beautiful moments of my life...
It was rare for it to be so quiet between us. Ever since we've known each other since September of last year, ours has been a wierd friendship- sometimes soft and caring, sometimes loud and turbulent, and other times- just plain silly. But never quiet. We always seemed to have something to say to each other- whether it be words of encouragement to get through tough times, or little nabs at each other in Debate class, or yelling at the top of our lungs to express the anger we felt, or just the occassional deep conversations we had about life in general- we were never quiet.
But for the first time, I realised how golden silence was- and how it encompassed a million words in the matter of a moment. And more than anything, I realised how satisfying it was- how calm, and yet ruffled; how deep, and yet light; how comforting, and yet thought-provoking.
I finally found some words to describe the feeling, "Isn't silence almost like... like a silk blanket DJ? I can almost feel it covering my entire body- ever so lightly..."
For the first time in a long time, he agreed, "That's some deep shit man!"
But it made me think back to the other times- when silence had not been all that golden. The times when it was awkward- when it just seemed like the absence of words; the times when it stung- when some things that just needed to be said, never were; the times when it was deafening- when it screamed out to me to talk.
I wonder if silence changes its personality from situation-to-situation, or from person-to-person. Was it the moment that had made if feel like silk, or was it just my friendship with DJ that transcended words?
Maybe it was just a mix of both. It was the deepness of the friendshi
p that we shared- that made it so comfortable, where the unspoken words were just understood. But it was also the beauty of the moment- the serenity of the night, and the stillness of life that it brought along- that made it all the more beautiful, all the more powerful, all the more silky.In a way, it seemed like all the words that were actually said, were more misunderstood than this one moment of silence. It seemed like this one moment seemed to heal all- the past, the present, and even what was yet to come. It seemed like the absence of words made it easier for the thoughts to go from my mind to his- without passing though our mouths and ears.
So why is it that sometimes, some things just need to be said? Why can't the words be understood? Why can't the blanket of silk lie gently, and not itch? Why can't the million unspoken words express themselves? Why?
Whatever it may be, it was one of the most beautiful moments of my life...
