In the silence of simple I await each day to speak to him and call on him and just to know he is safe. Not ever rushing and stamping out the front door. Just a simple silence is all I see. Missing him I wish there were so much more to be said or read but what i get is just a simple silence. A quiet blend in life just enough to get inside,not alot which can overwhelm easy. Yet in the silence of simple I can still get lost in the sence of feeling not good enough and left aside. It is then that I want to run and hide. Sometimes silence of simple is too little,yet sometimes it can be much as well. Silence is simple, and simple is silent. Sometimes we need to just let go.
