Silence Can'T Reveal Much

So unappreciated, abandoned and unglossy you seem among other ordinary chairs with a less classical and unadorned design, perhaps in the famous style of Queen Ann... but silence can't reveal much, distrustful and sad friend; then...start to talk about your history! How many solitary and unhappy folks have relaxed in comfort while they lay into it gently, fearing to make those feeble legs crack; and being one of them I must apply the minimal tension deriving from these manly arms that allow the blood to flow from my elbows. I'm waiting for a reply to ignite this imagination, but your stubbornness grows much impatience in me, to force you to speak with me and clarify my confusion; if this small house, so vibrant with sunlight, isn't your favorite place, would you mind telling me where you would rather be... possibly in the halls of a medieval castle, where you'll hide in obscurity? Don't wallow in bitterness, begin talking to me; what will benefit you to hide yourself under the cloak of mystery? Not telling anyone of the greatness you've seen, not feeling the touch of human hands...letting in the sun's sheen? I'm very curious of how they treated you within those thick and dark walls, have they ever protected you from the invaders blistering cannon's rounds? Before I stand up and desert you with disappointment, I should honor you with an ampler and kinder compliment: you've never attempted to stop me from dreaming, from seeing, through my fantasy, all the places you have been; and now won't you talk to me and finally unfold that secret without hesitating, because silence can't reveal much...when misery won't allow you to speak! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci