I was quiet, but I was not blind.

Always watching, eyes wide in observation.

Taking in as much as I could, hungrily, greedily.

Is it a crime to want the gift of knowledge untainted by my presence?

Reality is so much more real without the impulse to alter it with unimportant verbal clutter.

I was quiet, so most assumed I was unengaged, but I assure you,

I am deep in private conversation with the elements of my world that require silence to make themselves known.

Always listening for the things that would only whisper in my ear if I let them come to me first.

And trust me, there are so many wondorous lessons to learn if you’re patient enough to watch and listen.