There are some things I find I don't need to say. I tend to let feelings, thoughts and emotions burn inside me until they burn their way up and seep through my lips. 

Even then, my thoughts ooze out, never accurately portraying how I feel inside. 

Some cultures prefer the use of silence to trying to put words to every single thought and feeling; they feel as though it cheapens the thought or feeling.

I find now that the nonverbal is very indicative, and defining in a relationship. My friends and I have mixed silences. Sometimes we're busy and don't notice the silence at all. Other times it's uncomfortable and we feel the need to fill it with humor. It's on the rare occasion that silence speaks more than we ever could.

When one of us cries after we've told the others what's happening, we don't bother trying to fill that silence, it's already so rich in sympathy, empathy, sorrow and sometimes helplessness.

While I cried, Yasmine held my hand and let it happen. The second time, she just listened (I was also telling her what happened). She didn't judge me or make me feel badly, she just listened patiently until I was done and then told me what was eating her.

It takes a solid relationship to embrace silence as peace.

I suppose in our Brave New World with such people in it, people tweeting, texting, hashtagging, facebooking, instagramming and vining, we're encouraged to communicate with each other and to use words to do it.

Nowhere are we encouraged to just be, just enjoy. 

Today, I just existed.

I pondered life and its equity.

In silence I acknowledged life, death.

Children crying, people hurting, while we laugh and enjoy people are sleeping out on the streets, going home early, falling in love, hating their lives and cutting themselves.

The universe is equal. None of us choose to be alive.

In silence I realize, there is a still beauty about the world, the universe, the stardust in you and in me.