dear silence,

if there were ever a need to identify something so enriched with fulfillment and bestowed with beauty, I would not hesitate to think to name you it. you have transformed my nights of seemingly transparent, voiceless existence into a cyclical flow of thought and memory. I remember the first time I realized how truly significant you were. the audience roared as the movie raised every pair of eyes, and inched every body in the theater closer to the bounds of the velvet seats. an anxiety swept over emotions and swayed a feeling of panic that created a mutual fervor. the climax had reached its peak. it required for many subsequent moments to pass onwards, then slowly offering a sense of peace from resolved conflict. the audience had likened to a relaxed state. then the movie reached its conclusion, the dimmed lights raising slightly, and the credits rolled in. there was a brief interlude before the sounds of bodies hustling to the exit dominated the scene, as the concluding moment of the film signaled something that was more noise than noise itself. it was a only about a minute and a half, but suddenly a rare intensity of passion arose. a small ting began to pierce first quietly, then all at once. it was not a clink, like that of a nail tapped against a wooden desk. it was this immense excitement from the thrill of a film. you manifested an appreciation for the hard labor of directors and cast members-the work behind such a production-and made it clear that the audience’s fixed eyes had now taken in a new interpretation of the world. I could not fathom that the shared intimacy of a lack of commotion could be the mechanism for society to marvel at the art in the world.

I speak of this joint experience because you really do have this way of developing relationships. it has become a critical sign of genuine closeness to be able to sit comfortably in another’s presence with you lingering in the background. the way you just go on and on, chaotic and rowdy one moment, and just a void of empty the next.

you give me a chance to think. I can picture moments of my future, succeeding the way artists strive to-by sharing their work with others, who appreciate every nitpicky detail that took the extra minute. I could reflect on my actions and grow in a direction of bettering myself. you visit me in the times I need you and give me a confidence in the voices in my head, which constantly sway me in opposing directions.

so thank you, from the very bottom of my heart, for your work these past years. I would not be the person I am today without your inspired memories, goals, and ever-lasting assurance.

yours truly,

with sincere admiration 

an often quiet observer.