Caught

Author: BMX
2/15/02
http://www.angelfire.com/indie/ih/
t.jalabi@lycos.com

Silence.
Unmistakable, unforgiving, unimaginable silence. The type of silence that is as welcomed as a brick to the back of the skull, but pierces and penetrates the soul 10 times more painfully. A bitter sweet silence only that contains minuscule molecules of doubt, but giant galaxies of certainty. The kind of silence only brought upon by a grave mistake coming to light. Finally. Like a drowning man exploding through the calm surface of water after being submerged in the depths of the deepest sea. Almost with guilty gratitude, the surfacing of this mistake is thought of as a well welcomed. The truth shall set you free. The burden, releasing itself from it's stained recipient's shoulders. The truth shall set us free. But as the burden is being lifted, the new, heavier restraints of responsibility quickly take hold. Bring that same drowning man back down to the watery abyss in which he had just submersed. Now he must wait for the inevitable results of his spiral into the water just as the recipient must wait for the consequences of the mistake. They both must wait. Wait in the silence. The unmistakable, unforgiving, unimaginable
silence.