Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The evening sun shades the water a strange red. The sombre ripples pat the shore and lap at my feet. The lake is eerily silent. The growl of silence is scary but I feel at peace with the lake.
Much blood has this lake seen. And much misery. Look close. You could see the shadows deep in its soul. Sometimes sad, sometimes even happy. But forever silent. Eons worth of secerts coccooned in its depth.
Now the wind moans. The ripples become waves. The lake is annoyed and angry. What do you want with me? I am ageless. Do not pry. Leave my secrets to me. You have no idea what you are upto. You cannot fathom my secrets. If you could, you would perish instantly.
But I am not prying. And I can do without your secrets. I have enough of my own. All I want now is sit by your side and listen and indulge in your silence.