I Long for a Silence

I long for a silence that I never heard, that precious absence of any sound that is nowhere to be found, yet, it feels everything for it is the essence of all sounds. This longing, which is also a craving, often keeps me awake at night for I believe that it is the only time I can hear it. The streets are empty, people are sleeping, the animals are resting, outside there is only the humming of nature, yet, that unheard silence always evades me. Sometimes, the feeling of that silence is so strong and near that I can almost feel it coming, as if a cool sea breeze is blowing in a torrid day, but once it is about to reach my ears, some unexpected noise crashes in and breaks the upcoming silent waves. Other times, when I am in deep sleep, I sudden wake up thinking that noiselessness was all over me, or that I was it, but the second that the cognition takes place, the murmur of the night life invades my hear deafening it with all sorts of clamors, dodging the quietude from my perception. There was also a time when I was about to hear it by staring at a pair of beautiful eyes, the girl had those profound, burning and dazzling eyes and, when I looked at her, I felt like being carried by a gigantic wave whose destination was the quietness of her penetrating look, and when I felt the surge of near peacefulness, she blinked and all the sensation collapsed as if a gate closed swiftly right in front of me. There have been many other occasions when this longing nearly became a reality, yet, for whatever unknown reason, it keeps not happening, silently. But deep inside of my soul, I know it is out there, so I remain steadfast and quietly searching for it because I am sure I’ll hear it.

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Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. I Long for a Silence. www.tadany.org ®