I made plans.
But plans always change.
So here is how my day went….
You called me in and though you didn’t say why, I knew something was wrong. You know me well enough to know that I will never take a conversation seriously, for “Rona’s wit and sarcasm” belongs in every aspect of life, whether facing trials and tribulation or the everyday norms of our typical catch ups. Don’t get me wrong, I can hold it down when needed but I don’t think it’ll sit long. Today you changed that. Although I managed to get glimpses of your golden smile, my wit and sarcasm did not belong in today.
Your tears were golden; are golden and therefore silence was demanded in that time.
When i did speak, I spoke with uncertainty and my words came out jumbled (much like my post is sounding this very moment) but know that it will not rain forever. The sun is bound to shine and things will get better, cliché as that sounds I believe it wholeheartedly.
After all we are human. It is only human for us to cling onto things that will give you hope. Find that hope and cling onto it.
I know your probably reading this and thinking, ‘this has nothing to do with the photo you’ve posted up’ and in a way, it kind of does and kind of doesn’t.
Its more of a stance of justification. Why I was so lost for the right words to say to you in your moment of need and therefore sat in profound silence.
Sometimes my golden teared human, silence itself is golden.
Do not think it is because I do not care or am too cold-hearted to show so; rather because i heard you, understood you and stood by to let you vent it all out. My words were meaningless, still are meaningless; for your heart and intuition already know what you want. Golden teared human, find the strength to follow your heart or be prepared to live with the consequences in peace.
Let silence show you everything your eyes are oblivious to.
I will be right here waiting; when you call and change my days plans again, I will be right here waiting.
“It is well when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden” – Muriel Spark (In case you aren’t already bombarded with the photo too;)