I observe people too much, the way they talk about the person they love or the deadly silence that has come over them.
Silence is such a beautiful sound, the noise planted inside your mind. All these thoughts rushing through heads, and the beauty of it all is that no one else is able to hear them.
Communicating what we are feeling and thinking, but no one ever knowing the true effect it has internally whether that be happiness or sadness.
We’re all just bodies of emotions, with no true understanding of how we can explain them to another.
illusion.
