She loved silence’s company. Genuinely. Or more precisely ”almost silence”. Spending her evenings lulled by the cracking of the flames in her fireplace. Standing outside all alone, in a park, enjoying the slow ballet of snowflakes falling on the tip of her boots. She didn’t understand why most people feared silence like a plague.…… Continue reading Silence…
Wrapped in night’s silence… Sorrow running on your cheek, Your secret is safe! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Night close up on a yellow flower covered with rain drops.
Sometimes the night is so still, you almost believe you are the last soul living… Light agonizes, and a calm darkness wraps itself around the city’s shoulders, probably to help mourn the day gone by. Everything goes silent. No more neighbour music, no more stray cat vocalizing their feline loneliness, even the wind takes…… Continue reading Still night….
I can see it… You might think that your mask is flawless, but it isn’t. I can see it in your eyes… Others miss it, because they look for pain, for suffering, for torment. They look for anger towards this disappointing life of yours. They are wrong. You are way farther down than those…… Continue reading I can see it…
Not very loud as loud usually is, pressing my ear cupping my hand closing the world out the doors in my mind shut as well, My loudspeaker nothing to repeat nothing of notice all played out Might just as well enjoy the silence of the clouds rolling by….
She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…
She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,
Tu joues des mots avec l’habileté d’un virtuose… Mais moi, c’est pour tes silences, que je tends l’oreille. Rien ne me fait frémir plus que les hurlements de tes non-dits…
Cat’s purr Car rolling by, car again Pick up truck roaring up the street. Tic toc, tic toc of the clock The chirping of the first Spring announcing sparrows by the window. Kids strolling down the sidewalk, Laughing heartedly. Neighbour’s dog barking, probably at said noisy children… Fooling myself into thinking…… Continue reading Silence…
Winter was raging and pounding with fury, just outside your door. Winds screamed frost cursings as you led me towards the fireplace. You pulled me close, made me feel naturally fit for your very embrace… And in a moment when so much needed to be told, we shared the most precious luxury we could allow ourselves……… Continue reading Silence…
Cyranny's Cove 