Standing there… He was… Staring… At the planted roses on the cheeks… At the sunshine rising from the curls… At the unspoken words of the lips… Standing there… He was… Staring at…the closed eyes of hers… Standing there… He was… Gazing at that beautiful face of hers… While a drop of a small tear tried to escape, contemplation found its way within his mystified thoughts and made him wonder… Where is that monstrous yellowness that everyone was lecturing him about?? Strange the trembling that took over his body afterwards!!!… It reminded him of how it stroked him in a sudden years back… when his brain irrationally sent that message which ordered his heart to wake up…In order to show the world that the beats of his dying heart weren't actually on their last legs …and to prove that he wasn't only someone... he was someone in love… The fog that was blinding his mind and the agony that killed every joy that was inside started to vanquish… If it was for him, he would've overflowed the space with his screams… he wouldn've cried his eyes out… He would've hated the world… He would've been angry on destiny… on fate… and on life… But for the sake of that love that lightened up his life… For the sake of that love that wouldn't have allowed any kind of hatred or anger to step nearer… For the sake of that love that helped his eyes to overcome the presence of that yellowness that was clearly noticed by everybody else… For the sake of that love, he decided to venerate her life that sent his to salvation instead of crying her… He decided to celebrate her years by holding her soft hand… by uniting his eyes with her angelic face as long as he can… and… by a little prayer that folded his heart with calmness and peace… That little prayer… was only for the sake of… The eyes that once were his… The fingertips that once went through his face… The heart that was singing with his… The meaningless moment that meant the world to him… And for the sake of… The love that blessed his past, his present… and will definitely bless his future… and his end…
(1) Silence … It worshiped them… It venerated the two unique rhythmic heart beats… It always managed to survive within their presence, creating peace and calmness to the area they have occupied…Not a word is allowed to be spoken, not a single disturbance is permitted to happen within their communal moment… That holy moment in time was created only for them, for their eyes to speak the sacred emotions and for their souls to unite to eternity… they were there… only the two of them… along with the silence…that was feeding each second that passed by with charm, and anticipation… Silence was the only thing that they have ever needed… It was the shelter they have yearned for from the first moment they've figured out the existence of their other half… (2) Different time… Same Place…another two … silence was keeping them accompany… not a word found its way out…not even a single disturbance tried to occur…it was as if time was frozen there…witnessing another love story…another unity… in that time and space… except that their eyes lost the glow that once shined in the eyes of their ancestors… They were searching for a miracle to repair the damage that had happened to what they have had… But the echo of their prayers, which was killed by silence, was the only answer they have gotten… For me, Silence is just an illustration of how things have thousands of perceptions and perspectives… It is so unconventional for many of us to understand the opposite definitions and perspectives that can actually exist for the same entity…but this is how things actually work! The world can't be compartmentalized… although people along the years tried to come up with methods and procedures to do so… But, each entity is labeled with its adjective, based on its case … Just like Silence… it can reflect its magical and passionate traits when two are longing for it as an existence of privacy and intimacy, but it can also reflect the natures of boredom and alienisms when the spring that combines two together starts to loosen its elasticity… No need to be critical regarding anything in this world… you can't say that silence's presence reflects joint lives or torn ones…Each case is unique… No matter how hard others try to categorize things, with the "good" and the "evil" expressions, with the "successful" and the "failure" terms, with the "black" and the "white" phrases, with the "spiritual" and "secular" adjectives…. Still, it is hard to place the whole individuals or things at one level only… It is a matrix that contains thousands of possibilities, which is ready to be mixed, and thus new events or new personalities will be created accordingly... Being judgmental by relaying on familiarity or on a specific experience will help not only in isolating you from experiencing new things, but also in creating a small container that will trap your thoughts and ideas and feelings from being freed……
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