I Like To Sit In The Silence
I Like To Sit In The Silence
I like to sit in the silence.
A book in my hands.
With a smile on my face, mind full of awe.
And my heart thanking the writer for the infinite time.
I like to sit in the silence.
Cause this is when I think of all the valuable things,
Like Am I ever going to live out my bucket list?
Or like am I ever leaving this bed?
I like to sit in the silence.
Sometimes just alone in my room.
When I stare at the ceiling.
And wonder about my existence for the infinite time.
I like to sit in the silence.
Adoring my sense of music.
Trying to learn the beat and remember the lyrics.
Or maybe making myself believe that I am more than just alive.
I like to sit in the silence.
Even I like to sit in the dark.
Cause this is when anything around you doesn’t seem so bad.
And I am smiling, flattered that I found something immortal.
I like to sit in the silence.
My body still but my mind running fast.
And my thoughts floating in the air like a newborn leaf.
Wondering if the buzzing I hear in my mind is ever gonna stop.
I like to sit in the silence.
Where it’s not compulsory to be an extrovert.
Or someone who inspires people around her.
Just admitting that I am totally imperfect and hideous.
I like to sit in the silence.
Cause sometimes this world seems too much sane.
Too much sane, too much tender, too much fake?
But here I am, knowing and enjoying that I am insane.