1.23.2008

the twang of fucking heartstrings

There's not a lot to say at breakfast....silence is only supposed to happen as a manifestation of supreme actualization, where both parties are so at peace with their emotional connection that it cannot be expressed through the rudimentary tools of the lexicon; otherwise, silence is proof that the magic is gone and the relationship is over (hence, "we just don't talk anymore")

the only good silence is the kind described by the hair metal band Extreme. "More than words is all i ever needed you to show... then you would'nt have to say that you love me, cause i'd already know"

this is the difference between art and life: In art, not talking always means something

--Chuck Klosterman




this struck a chord in me as i read it tonight. i'll figure out why later.

2 comments:

Greggo said...

i always loved that song! i even almost learned to play it. lol.

anyway, sometimes silence comes from fear of saying what needs to be said... though i can't say whether that only proves your point.

*hugs and love*

Jane said...

Shit, this breakfast image brings me right back to those times when I knew the "relationship of the month" was coming to an end. You know the signs: silent at a restaurant having dinner and, of course, the dreaded car ride. As much as you want to infuse some kind of passion and life in to the thing, you know you just have to let it go. Another door opens somewhere....