Silence is the chariot


I am often burdened by the immense responsibility I have for my ability to use words to suit the agenda, to stimulate a mood or to elicit a response and when the burden overcomes me, the truth of silence rescues my soul. I apologise now for my past and future words. Forgive me for hurting you, making you think, making you not think or making you roll your eyes, my intention means nothing as grand as it may be if it cannot be received well by you. My silence would much better suit as the chariot.