Behind the Silence
Behind the Silence
Sometimes I sit in silence and wonder if people really see me. Not just the person I show every day but the one behind the quiet moments.
The one who thinks too much before speaking. The one who walks into a room and feels every energy before taking a seat. People think they know but they don’t. Not really.
Some days I’m the strongest person in the room. Other days I’m just trying to hold myself together. But one thing about me. I always notice. I notice who smiles with their eyes and who just moves their lips.
I notice who asks how I’m doing and waits for an answer. And who asks just to ask. Life is funny like that. We all wear masks but some people’s masks are painted better than others. Anyway.
Today feels like one of those days where I’m watching more than I’m speaking. Just observing. Just existing. If you get it. You get it.
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