I don't have to say anything. I could just be here sitting in your mind, undisturbed. Unrelated to anything. Because the minute I open my mouth, I become something. I become a truth. If I don't say anything at all, I remain a mystery. I the less I say, the better.
If I don't say anything, I will be one less person who will make you mad, make you sad. I will sit inside your head and it will be as though we met on a train, a bus. Something transitory. Something not.
If I say nothing at all, we will be alright. We will just be here and be and be nothing at all. And will be that thing they always ask us to be, a still nothing on a cool breeze, on a sunny day with nothing but a hug between two people.
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