I think I understand now how silence can be deafening. It's my ears that perceive it as deafening, not necessarily the nature of being alone. I've been thinking - stop being "alone," stillness in my own existence, and be "alone" with God. (stop it.) It's just sometimes, I can be easily distracted, so I try and abstain from those distractors, yet, again alone in the loud silence, I experience my moment's fright. I shan't be scared.

And I'm slowly learning what it means to communicate with words of acknowledgment and affirmation. Since I was young, I have avoided using common words and expressions. I think it's purely from my wish to express things by my own terms. And this has become a habit, which, not necessarily a bad habit to have, but I have experienced great conflict when asked simple questions as "How are you?" hehehehe.. silly.

Anyways, these are drawings done in conte crayon. I am going to be deliberate in placing the movements that are experienced in these.. which then ascribes depth and reality to these. These will be spoken of metaphorically.... laterrrr... and when i do, i'll refer back to these, and you'll know. sorry for the somewhat scant explanation. It'll be a promise though.