There are times when spoken words move abrasively over the silence of my soul...
I crave quietness
And yet the right kind of silence and quietness are full of the incense of companionable words...
When I gave of all I had
You took it for granted, as your due
Now I have nothing to give...
I used to think that I should share my thoughts..........could share my thoughts....and feelings...
Now I know that my thoughts and feelings are best kept to myself
They retain their purity, and offer their solace and serenity...