#silenttruth

Although you may not be hearing from Silent Truth, the message still remains: The truth always comes out. So please continue showing your support while the finishing touches are being made. 

Much love,

No matter how loud the truth is, some people refuse to hear it. No matter how deep the wounds go, they’ll dismiss it as theatrics. No matter how shattered you are, they’ll ask what you did to earn it.

Some people aren’t just blind, they choose to be.

Love,

I typed the message three times.

Deleted it four.

Not because I didn’t want you to care—

but because I knew you wouldn’t.

You taught me to talk to walls.

To fold my feelings in half.

To swallow everything whole.

So I said nothing.

Again.

And you call that strength.

It is too early to tell what the day will be like,  but it is never too early for birds to be chirping and for cats to be lurking. Every now and then you hear the wheels of skateboards turning; whether they are rushing to class or perfecting a new trick is unknown. Looking around, you see a bird fly into a hole on a tree. Makes you wonder. Did the tree grow up knowing that the holes it processed would be inhabited by the bird playing hide-and-seek? Did the strange folds on the other tree know that it would grow up to be a work of art; something that could not have been made by man? Does it realize the stories it could tell if it had a mouth? How it used to be a man, but got transformed into a tree after trying to cut one down. How his contorted trunk is the result of years of failed escapes. Does the garbage man enjoy driving that big tuck? Does he ever do excessive turns just to keep his life spicy? What do I know, it is too early to tell what the day will be like.