———– Written by Liza She strums, I listen. The room is stilled and thoughts of the day’s happenings stroll by as I sit. It’s not often that silence happens in my life. Whether that be my fault or not, that’s just the truth. But the quiet’s nice. Advertisements Like this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.