Jay's Strange Blog
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The Poetry of Silence
The silence of city streets at 2 a.m. is like poetry. Poetry that fills the mind and embodies the senses. The poetry of self-reflection and self-realization that's never pretty or satisfying.
It's the walk I've taken alone back to hotels in cities around the world.
And it seems that it will never end.
m a r g e
life is strange, yet it is wonderful. silence is inevitable to know thy self. =D
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