A Letter To Mr. Persaud
As we sat there, only the awkward silence pierced through the room; all of us just waiting.
Waiting for sound.
None of us knew it at the time, but we had all been in the same positions before: the same exact places in that very room.
Waiting for sound.
But then, there was this sudden burst of music; the beautiful kind of music only seen in the brightest of times; the most wonderful aspects of life!
And yet…
Nothing could restore the love and friendship that had been lost for eons.
No memories. No kinship. Just sound.
Waiting for silence.