ever stayed quiet for along time?

you have to start listening to the silence of your own voice,it talks so much,in a hope to share some words with you,but you ignore it so much.sadest part is that it never gives up on you.it is in a way like a parent taking care of you but from a long way back,some where,somehow,here but you cant see it.its like it is saying things that is comforting,like an experience without the experience in the equation.its like it has been erased from us long ago,but never gives up.

the more you listen the better the quallity of sound,and thats when you realise it isnt just a voice its close to describe it as music notes.like trying to touche you emotionally,but it isnt exactly like notes more like beats coming from a deep love from somewhere else 100% not this world.

the more you describe it, it seems you are destroying the goodness of it.in order to get it right,you must lose it for along time,thats the only way to see it for real,no body understands it,even those who,took action and choose the path of its destination,the end only describes you not it.

the rest is only for the ones who actually went forward with it.

listen it is calling...