It is left unsaid

Posted: August 12, 2006 in All and Sundry

sometimes we find comfort on what is not said, on the silences between words.

in the unsaid lies the meaning of a word, a sigh, a little gesture like that light pat on your shoulder or the finger twirling a strand of your hair.

life is full of “unsaids.” like language, its meaning revolves around presence as well as absence.

the absence of words is sometimes heavier than the weight of words being said.

so do not fret. everything is left unsaid. like love, like life, like you sitting there in the corner of ebbing words.


Comments
  1. sam says:

    whao… should I say something? 😉

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