monovox

Sometimes the mind is just empty and quiet and right. A white landscape that is viewed in a calm peaceful fondness. A friend remarked to me with a little smile that perhaps we had misplaced our personalities as we sat and stared off into space, occasionally smiling at each other, comfortable in the quiet. These are the best friends, non? the ones where you are comfortable enough with that you can drift off without the concern of an uncomfortable silence. it is the shared comfort of not needing to say anything... perhaps an occasional glint in the eye, a nod or curl of the lip says all that needs to be communicated. Then perhaps this next moment or the one after that blooms aflame excited with shared thoughts and mutually woven concepts. absolutely wonderful.