During the last few weeks a change seems to have come over me. I feel this tremendous need to be silent. It is like a pregnant pause before words of another kind are destined to flow. Having relinquished the company of platforms that promote chatterboxes and are extrovert-oriented, such as the Facebook and Twitter, I increasingly feel the need even to avoid phone calls and messages. Whether it is the social media or commonplace conversations, both are tailor-made for responses and reactions. I seem to have lost both, in the process having developed a strange affinity for saying nothing and reacting to nothing. Words flow otherwise, especially when I am thinking about my next manuscript or characters, but the need to make myself heard is gradually vanishing like sedentary mountain mists. I am like a tree. I have become like a tree. I need nothing except simply the need to be. The need to exist in some quaint corner of this universe. That seems to be all. No questions, no opinions, no judgement, nothing. Simply existence and all the simplicity that comes with the same.
Au revoir, till the next time this mountainous tree wishes to speak a word or two 🙂