Sunday, January 30, 2011

her morning elegance.

She’s sitting there calmly, with a new playlist on repeat, steaming jasmine tea readily beside her. Picture this, in contrast with the morning.

He was in frustration, scrambling and determined to find it. It was happening for a while when she tried to break the tension by announcing that even she felt the stress. Misunderstood, he launched at her. He threw words of anger and blame. And she stood there incapable of comprehending the words that were tumbling out of his mouth. Tears of anger, fear, sadness fell; they amplified the truth and the guilt that had been residing within her. He spat shards of glass and it hurt her. He took her down with each point, making her feel insufficient, disabled, cruel. She felt helpless, useless.

And she cried.
Her breaths quickened, gasping for each breath. She shook uncontrollably as she stood there mortified of what had happened. She slowly made her way to an empty chair, each sob echoed through the tension. He was gone, but his words echoed within her head. Like a broken record player, his words kept running through her thoughts and she cried some more. She put her head down as she began to shake all over again. She just could not stop.


And now, it’s the past but those words resonate within her. His words speak of the truth and it’s the unbearable thoughts she always had in the very back of her head. 

Words weigh nothing; it is the meaning behind them which make them weigh more than one imagines. And when the truth behind those meanings are put forth, they hit you like a ton of bricks, knocking the breath out of you, shaking you like a gust of wind shaking the branches of trees.

Sometimes, actions do not speak louder than words.

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