"When silence alone brings comfort without words, touch, or stories,that is where true warmth is found."
I still remember siting there the sea breeze bringing salt to my lips the quite dark night comforting in its own ways, enveloping me in its cold embrace.
My hair ruffled slightly as I looked to my side she was looking like painting a statue stuck in its own time .
Her face was covered in bandages she wore a black trench coat as she sat on that bench across mine .
Moving to this town was a great choice peace quite and silence, I've always loved a good found spot in the wild but I guess someone found it before me.
We never really talked , I never asked her story she never asked mine,we never shared except this cold silent night yet I found a weird comfort in her presence, I could tell she was a wounded soul but I could tell more that she didn't need me so I stayed silent.
It had been a few months since we started sitting here, If i came first I'd get some cream bread if she did she would bring some spicy fried rice we would share the food and drink soda all night –
Never a word spoken.
The body heals but she soul? Does it heal or peel away slowly till there's nothing left of it?