There is a coldness that engulfs the world; one just as equally hollow and purposeless as my unequivocal silence. One asks not where it leads to, but how to find it so that they may follow in its suit. And though it may seem like a burden in the end, the result is free and perfect and happy. There are words that are not to be spoken, words only a child with a judgment so rudimentary and naive would utter to another. Though there are indeed ideas to be spread and thoughts to me narrated, even the slightest of mistakes could carry one far into the outer reaches of disappearance.
Silence. Oft times, it is necessary.
And there are people who abuse it, and there are people who ignore it.
And I carry no fondness for either.
