screaming the truth part 2
Because it originated in my head. Even before I actually stopped talking silence had already took taken possession over of <em>(or '...already taken hold of' or 'already possessed' )</em>me. I surrendered to this feeling of impotence. My inner silence initiated<em>(???)</em> the end of my words<em> (a little strangely juxtaposed 'initiated' and 'end')</em>. I was silent. Not only to myself me, but to everybody else. 'So what is of higher priority to you?' 'You are 17. It is up to you.' I looked in her face. On the verge of tears I listened to the silence within me. Trying to elicit an answer from it.' How could you do this to me?' 'Remember what I have sacrificed for you.' <em>(are you addressing the silence 'it' or yourself or another?)</em> The silence within myself <em>(unnecessary)</em> ventured<em>(??? seems the wrong word)</em> to deny me the solution I was seeking. Treacherous silence. They were looking at me. I wanted to respond. To regain composure. I defy being a weak subject of compassion. I can defend myself. I needed to defend her. I tried to utter a response. I defied weakness. My voice defied subservience. I kept silent. I rearranged my concept. I tried to make a virtue of necessity. I wanted to make my silence look like composure. I wanted to demonstrate self-possession and equanimity. They would never know what I really was feeling/felt feel <em>(mmm not sure what tense you really want here)</em>. But the moment I abandoned the fight against the silence and let in it entirely come over me it suffocated me, but and they started to realize. More questions. More reproaches. 'You are killing me.' I stayed silent. I did not want to stab her with my words. Unfortunately, my silence was more injurious than anything I could have ever given utterance to. 'You are killing me.' <em>(I am confused by who 'you', 'they' and 'her' refer to)</em>
<em>I suggest you might look for alternative words for 'initiated' and 'ventured'</em>
(...the part i do not to publish here)
Looking from the retrospective I have to be thankful. Nonetheless, I want to particularize the phenomenon that we are often avoid silence. We take pride in being confessional and self-expressive because hiding our interior self might be interpreted as a lack of honesty. But obviously sincerity does not require the expression of every idea. We do not have to articulate our impulsiveness because this might lead to a detrimental effect. Words constitute the framework we deliver judgment from . The more differentiated our ability to express ourselves the more accurate our tool to assimilate our environment will be. If words lose their preciousness and become a dispensable commodity than our perception might be influenced as well. Therefore, silence should gain more appreciation.
screaming the truth part 2
Because it originated in my head. Even before I actually stopped talking silence had already took taken possession over of <em>(or '...already taken hold of' or 'already possessed' )</em>me. I surrendered to this feeling of impotence. My inner silence initiated<em>(???)</em> the end of my words<em> (a little strangely juxtaposed 'initiated' and 'end')</em>. I was silent. Not only to myself me, but to everybody else. 'So what is of higher priority to you?' 'You are 17. It is up to you.' I looked in her face. On the verge of tears I listened to the silence within me. Trying to elicit an answer from it.' How could you do this to me?' 'Remember what I have sacrificed for you.' <em>(are you addressing the silence 'it' or yourself or another?)</em> The silence within myself <em>(unnecessary)</em> ventured<em>(??? seems the wrong word)</em> to deny me the solution I was seeking. Treacherous silence. They were looking at me. I wanted to respond. To regain composure. I defy being a weak subject of compassion. I can defend myself. I needed to defend her. I tried to utter a response. I defied weakness. My voice defied subservience. I kept silent. I rearranged my concept. I tried to make a virtue of necessity. I wanted to make my silence look like composure. I wanted to demonstrate self-possession and equanimity. They would never know what I really was feeling/felt feel <em>(mmm not sure what tense you really want here)</em>. But the moment I abandoned the fight against the silence and let in it entirely come over me it suffocated me, but and they started to realize. More questions. More reproaches. 'You are killing me.' I stayed silent. I did not want to stab her with my words. Unfortunately, my silence was more injurious than anything I could have ever given utterance to. 'You are killing me.' <em>(I am confused by who 'you', 'they' and 'her' refer to)</em>
<em>I suggest you might look for alternative words for 'initiated' and 'ventured'</em>
(...the part i do not to publish here)
Looking from the retrospective I have to be thankful. Nonetheless, I want to particularize the phenomenon that we are often avoid silence. We take pride in being confessional and self-expressive because hiding our interior self might be interpreted as a lack of honesty. But obviously sincerity does not require the expression of every idea. We do not have to articulate our impulsiveness because this might lead to a detrimental effect. Words constitute the framework we deliver judgment from . The more differentiated our ability to express ourselves the more accurate our tool to assimilate our environment will be. If words lose their preciousness and become a dispensable commodity than our perception might be influenced as well. Therefore, silence should gain more appreciation.
screaming the truth part 2
Because it originated in my head. Even before I actually stopped talking silence had already took taken possession over of <em>(or '...already taken hold of' or 'already possessed' )</em>me. I surrendered to this feeling of impotence. My inner silence initiated<em>(???)</em> the end of my words<em> (a little strangely juxtaposed 'initiated' and 'end')</em>. I was silent. Not only to myself me, but to everybody else. 'So what is of higher priority to you?' 'You are 17. It is up to you.' I looked in her face. On the verge of tears I listened to the silence within me. Trying to elicit an answer from it.' How could you do this to me?' 'Remember what I have sacrificed for you.' <em>(are you addressing the silence 'it' or yourself or another?)</em> The silence within myself <em>(unnecessary)</em> ventured<em>(??? seems the wrong word)</em> to deny me the solution I was seeking. Treacherous silence. They were looking at me. I wanted to respond. To regain composure. I defy being a weak subject of compassion. I can defend myself. I needed to defend her. I tried to utter a response. I defied weakness. My voice defied subservience. I kept silent. I rearranged my concept. I tried to make a virtue of necessity. I wanted to make my silence look like composure. I wanted to demonstrate self-possession and equanimity. They would never know what I really was feeling/felt feel <em>(mmm not sure what tense you really want here)</em>. But the moment I abandoned the fight against the silence and let in it entirely come over me it suffocated me, but and they started to realize. More questions. More reproaches. 'You are killing me.' I stayed silent. I did not want to stab her with my words. Unfortunately, my silence was more injurious than anything I could have ever given utterance to. 'You are killing me.' <em>(I am confused by who 'you', 'they' and 'her' refer to)</em>
<em>I suggest you might look for alternative words for 'initiated' and 'ventured'</em>
(...the part i do not to publish here)
Looking from the retrospective I have to be thankful. Nonetheless, I want to particularize the phenomenon that we are often avoid silence. We take pride in being confessional and self-expressive because hiding our interior self might be interpreted as a lack of honesty. But obviously sincerity does not require the expression of every idea. We do not have to articulate our impulsiveness because this might lead to a detrimental effect. Words constitute the framework we deliver judgment from . The more differentiated our ability to express ourselves the more accurate our tool to assimilate our environment will be. If words lose their preciousness and become a dispensable commodity than our perception might be influenced as well. Therefore, silence should gain more appreciation.
screaming the truth part 2
Because it originated in my head. Even before I actually stopped talking silence had already took taken possession over me. I surrendered to this feeling of impotence. My inner silence initiated the end of my words. I was silent. Not only to me, but to everybody else. 'So what is of higher priority to you?' 'You are 17. It is up to you.' (is this two people speaking? If not there should not be a break in the quotes) I looked in her face. On the verge of tears I listened to the silence within me. Trying to elicit an answer from it.' How could you do this to me?' 'Remember what I have sacrificed for you.' (Same as before, seems like one person so it should read: "How could you do this to me? Remember what I have sacrificed for you?") The silence within myself ventured to deny me the solution I was seeking. Treacherous silence. They were looking at me. I wanted to respond. To regain composure. I defy being a weak subject of compassion. I can defend myself. I needed to defend her. I tried to utter a response. I defied weakness. My voice defied subservience. I kept silent. I rearranged my concept. I tried to make a virtue of necessity. I wanted to make my silence look like composure. I wanted to demonstrate self-possession and equanimity. They would never know what I really feel. But the moment I abandoned the fight against the silence and let in (it?) entirely come over me; it suffocated me, but they started to realize. More questions. More reproaches. 'You are killing me.' I stayed silent. I did not want to stab her with my words. Unfortunately, my silence was more injurious than anything I could have ever given utterance to. 'You are killing me.'
(...the part I do not wish to publish here)
Looking from the retrospective I have to be thankful. Nonetheless, I want to particularize (not sure what you mean with this word) the phenomenon that we are often avoid silence. We take pride in being confessional and self-expressive because hiding our interior self might be interpreted as a lack of honesty. But obviously sincerity does not require the expression of every idea. We do not have to articulate our impulsiveness because this might lead to a detrimental effect. Words constitute the framework we deliver judgment from . The more differentiated our ability to express ourselves the more accurate our tool to assimilate our environment will be. If words lose their preciousness and become a dispensable commodity than our perception might be influenced as well. Therefore, silence should gain more appreciation.
Other than the few minor mistakes, you write better than I do! haha
