There’s that moment between silence and murmur when the mind is pregnant with thoughts. At that moment, the mind is busy with words that are ready be poured out, marking the end of the silence; the mind is gushing with feelings that are ready to be shared, marking the beginning of the murmur. Sometimes that moment is fleeting, while at other times that moment can stretch and stretch to what may seem like an incessant eon.
Ephemeral pain. Eternal satisfaction. Colossal damage. Mounds of joy. Abysmal boredom. Perhaps, all of the aforementioned. What really goes on between those two distinct notes – first, when everything goes eerily silent and the second, when there’s the birth of a gentle murmur – one may never know. No matter what, though, the fact still remains that the silence eventually ends and that the thoughts most definitely take shape in form of little murmurs.
In that twinkling tick of time, as the first few words scurry out to give way to the rest, there is immeasurable gratification. And, of course, there’s also that tinge of naïve hope that the next period of silence isn’t approaching anytime soon in the foreseeable future. Let’s wait and watch how that goes, shall we?