In a clogged world full of noise, I just want to be immersed in silence.
The depressing, dark-filled silence.
For not many find beauty in it, but agony and pain.
But what is a world without pain?
Would we know love if there was no hate?
Would we know what it felt like being complete without being broken?
So in the middle of that evening, I sat on that silent bench.
As people rushed to catch their evening bus home,
Seemingly to their ever happy homes.
I knew why darkness was beautiful, at that moment.
I understood why the best of time comes after the worst.
It wasn’t the cold evening breeze that made itself felt,
But the promise of a beautiful starry night revealed itself on the horizon.
So I sat there, on a freezing bench, breathing in sets of fresh air with mounts of foulness in it.
It must have silently seen worse days pass by, as I had seen better days come to pass.
And grew tired of them.
Nothing is ever perfect, not even the sincerest smiles of the universe.
Its flaws ensure its beauty never runs dry.