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.

1 comment:

m a r g e said...

life is strange, yet it is wonderful. silence is inevitable to know thy self. =D