It’s that moment, the one with the awkward silence. Someone wants to say something, needs to say something, yet everything remains unsaid. The air palpable while you wait for the next word or breath to be taken. Why is it that we are so afraid of our emotions, or other people’s emotions for that matter? Why can we just not be truthful with each other? I know that the past is a major player in the the game of hide and seek of emotion and feelings, but what are we really gaining by keeping the right to remain silent?
Monday, April 9, 2007
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