I thought it best to stay quiet in the noise. To feel the emptiness of a sudden moment break my bones and whither me to nothingness. I thought it best to let a nothing creep from my lips as a whisper flew from the burning holes of my nostrils. I did not stop to question whether it was the right thing to do. It was the best thing to do at that moment. That frozen moment in time burgened now forever in my mind as the pivot and axis of future recourse. I did not see it then but I chose to remain silent. I did not feel it then but I chose to remain silent. I did not understand it then but I chose to remain silent.
I thought it best to remain silent in the emptiness of the crowd. The vastness of a cramped elevator shaking beneath our feet going to and fro. Not stopping for a light. Not stopping for a floor below or above. An elevator on a single destination for which we know not. I thought it best to remain still as the doors pryed themselves open and the air broke free from the confines of my lungs. GASP. I remained silent and invisible as I saw the opportunity wave its glittered hand before the closing of the curtain.
I thought it best to remain silent.
I thought Why should I be the one to break the silence? I have not been asked. I have not been beckoned. My lips have not been sewn shut; my eyes clamped; my vocal chords tied into knots. I thought it best to remain ignorant to the truth as it bleached the landscape of my vision; as it stained my intellect into a bloddy and ghastly mess of confusion and frustration. With no purpose or intention I chose to remain silent for the simple yet complicated testimony to silence.
She stood there staring. She stood there blank and pale; quiet as a flower screaming for water; sun; air. She stood there silently contemplating the course of action appropriate. She thought it best to remain silent. Someone else will surely speak out on my account. Surely. I have no means by which., surely someone will hear my silent pangs. She thought it best to remain silent.
The elevator passed yet another opportunity as she stood in her crimson robe of distress and relief; of guilt and deliverence. She stood silent as opportunity waved it’s illustrious hand before her watered and tinted eyes.
She thought it best to remain silent.
Silent we remain and silence we perpetuate. We think it best to remain invisible. Truth will find it’s way out but not through us if we do not provide a means.
Think it best for the sake of best.
