Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Frozen

When you live within, only with yourself, then all your senses become honed to a razor-sharp acuteness. You learn to pick up sounds, smells and silences with an extraordinary sharpness. You can hear the dewdrops falling on the grass, the trees whispering to the oncoming storm.

The slight tremor of the windowpane as a twig falls beyond.

You can hear the unsaid. You can feel the sound of a missed heartbeat.
You learn to listen… actually.