There once was a lonely comment. It really wanted to be spoken, but nobody would. It wandered alone through the minds of many, and the hearts of some. But still, no matter how many minds and hearts it traveled through, it could not get anyone to utter it aloud.
Now, some comments have a very limited lifespan, and can only remain unspoken for so long before they pass on as just another unspoken thought to be completely forgotten. Where these unspoken and then forgotten comments and thoughts go, well, I have no idea. But one thing I do believe I know. And that is, that an unspoken comment can never be happy, because comments are only happy when they are spoken aloud (or written) so they can be shared.
This a tribute to all those poor unspoken comments that disappear into the ether, alone and forgotten. Their's are truly sad stories.
So, please, if a comment floats across your mind, don't let it die a lonely death. Speak, and share it, so it might live a happy life, even if only for a brief time.
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That reminds me the song "The Sound Of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel, love that song. Lyrics:
ReplyDeleteHello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted
In my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash
Of a neon light that split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices
Never share and no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written
On the subway walls and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence