Silence

Even my thoughts are silent.
Too many questions without answers. Too many random events that make no sense. Too many wrong turns and poor choices. Too many misgivings to be taken seriously. Too many twists and turns.
Too many memories, distorted by a heart that chooses to see them better than they actually were.
Too many wanderings inside a mind that has not rested forever. Maybe it's time to rest now.
Silence is best.
It does not require a companion. Nor does it require an audience. Nor does it expect a conclusion.
The silence soothes.
It understands the melancholy. It does not mistake it for anything else than what it truly is. It does not preach. It does not wait for it to pass. It does not judge.
The silence is so restful.