shared times

are there times when there is noithing to say? the happiest times that i can think of are the times that i have spent in the company of people but not chit chatting or in serious discussions but looking out of the window, reading my book, listening to music on the headphones....not shattering silence. in the comfort of the knowledge that when my trance breaks and i smile to share the peace within i will be met with a smile conveying the same sentiment.

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