the cost of wisdom
While I was searching for the appropriate words to put down my insights, my smile unexpectedly left my face. Thus the cost of a wish to talk wisely was high, yet I have grasped once again that it's possible either to love, or to talk about the love. I could either enjoy my presence here and now, or involve in creation of the attractive musings. Thus I questioned myself, though it's obvious that two and two make four, yet was it worthy to miss lots of awesome pictures the unnoticed by trying to produce some wise sounds? So I understood the cost of the smile.
The thundering silence has many faces. Just look at the revelation of the dayfly.
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