YOU IN SILENCE
Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world Christmas is done and Frank Sinatra’s It Came Upon the Midnight Clea r played. The gloomy weather reminds me that in every loud and joyful moment, there’s always an aftermath of silence and realizations. The silence is loud that only my own heartbeat and songs of birds can be heard. They are gloomy and like the sea with no waves, the season is tedious. I don’t know if I liked it or my soul’s having a culture shock. All the things that happened in my life happened so fast. At this very age, I would like to sit alone and embrace the dullness of this era and I am afraid that I might want this solitude forever. My thoughts sound like an old soul waiting for its death. The world is lonely and the people we look upon withered with no signs. I guess all young adults tend to find meaning in their life. Expectations in this age are common but to overcome suf...