Silence, just a word. The meaning of silence to you is death. To me is just isolation, of all those noises that offer nothing.
Silence, a moment of rest. A moment to hear my thoughts, to look inside me.
In silence words find me, one after the other, hold each other and start dancing. They come alive on this white piece of paper.
Pages full with images, memories, emotions. Out of nothing everything is born.
Worlds, stories. Humans, breathe, live, die and are born again. As if they never died.
Endless journeys to places far away. Magical, dark.
The biggest journeys. The journeys inside me.
I isolate myself from everyone to hear my silence, to speak its words.
In silence everything is transformed. Everything seems more real when heard in silence.