The Sound and the Silence

The desire to be understood completely is one that I find myself entertaining, again and again. I wish for my inner thoughts to be heard, and met with a comprehension as unique as my own. To have needs met without uttering a sound, and wants provided without question. But as I age through this lifetime, I find an appreciation for something different.

To be misunderstood, but given every opportunity to express myself regardless. To be misunderstood, but given question after question, to create a greater understanding of who I am. In the midst of differing views on the world, there is a bridge that can be crossed. The desire to find common ground as we peer down at the river of this reality, hand in hand.

Who am I? An ever-changing, ever molding pot of clay that ages exponentially. A garden of flowers that pollinate with the sky each starry night, creating new species, new beginnings. The offspring of powerful beings that maintain a hold on this realm as they make their way through others.

I am everything and I am nothing. I am the sound and the silence.