Capturing a Silent Moment

I want you to shut up.

I want everybody to just shut up.

I want the whole, friggen world to just shut the fuck up.

I am not angry, don't get me wrong -- but I am simply so sick of listening, listening, listening. I wish, just sometimes, that a moment in life could be captured, forever in a stand-still -- like one of those worn, gray photographs.

I wish I could pause between scenes. Rewind, forward. MUTE.

I want to catch your laughter. I want to keep your smile. I want to stare into your warm, inviting eyes forever -- the fact that you had been unhappy once; sad once; dead now, something I can simply put aside. For in my picture; this picture I would trace with longing fingers; this picture I would keep between the pages of my favourite fairy-tale book -- you would forever be here. With me. Breathing.

I know how crazy I must sound. I know its impossible. I know, no matter how many times I dream about it, life can never be brought into stand still.

But, honestly?

I don't care.

This is my dream. I will keep it, hold it, depend on it. For dreams are hope. Loose strings that seem hopeless to grab onto; but mean the only thing in the world.

So, once again:

I want you to shut up.

I want everybody to just shut up.

I want the whole, friggen world to just shut the fuck up.

Because the picture, alone, speaks a thousand words.