The Silence is A Wound


The silence is extremely terrible. It uproots the contents of your chest then throws it on the sidewalk like a piece of unwanted babies. When The silence comes, you try to survive desperately. It Tries to find anyone who may help to fulfill the void. Slowly, the silence has been making you enjoy at home, makes you familiar and makes you as comfortable with that all of solitude.

You are made alone, fear, doubt, worry and then the panic is forced to realize that you are alone. Do You know? There is no wound which can not heal, it leaves a mark, but it can be healed. Maybe you are going to feel the pain occasionaly. The Happiness is not the grace of god. it is the result of the mathematical equations too simple to understood the philosophy.

The Virtue is anywhere. You just need to be nice and have common sense and is not too much to think. I incubate a wound dear. and later, if it hatches to give you happiness. My prayer is simple, i hope you never feel tired to happy.
If you are sad, what is my reason to happy?

Happy is simple such as ice cream and the morning, and you also, always smile after grieving. If you have been already happy, do not forget to pack memories. Perhaps I am tucked. Maybe someday, when you have been old and dented.

In each your wrinkles face, I want to remember all of happy which we are grateful.

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