Küçükken ateş böceklerini yakalar kavanoza koyar seyrederdik. Ah zavallı ateş böcekleri, sizi şimdi çok iyi anlıyorum.
Voglio quello che tu non mi mostri,
i tuoi demoni e tutti i tuoi mostri.
Ciò che pensi quando resti muta,
tutti i dubbi su cui sei seduta.
Silence screams “goodbye” into an open wound with a thousand grains of tiny salt etched into it…
Some shit I did today ❄️
I’d rather be a lover than a fighter
Cause all my life, I’ve been fighting
Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh
And all this time I’ve been hiding
And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah
I’m so used to sharing
Love left me alone
But I’m at one with the silence.
I found peace in your violence
Can’t tell me there is no point in trying
I’m at one and I’ve been quiet for so long
SHUT UP SHAYNA’S HERE
It seems like a contradiction but to create silence in a story, you need sound. So while, ‘Silence descended as he entered the room’ is okay, ‘Only the soft hum of the fan broke the silence of the room and then it, too, became still’ works better.
Song of the Day
21 Nov., ‘20
“We all need a friend who’ll sit with us in silence when words won’t work.”