The Palette of Knowing Silent Laughter on Life's Canvas

        Everyday commonplace palettes of emotion elucidate across the fathoms of open horizons, catching human glares unaware and while pontificating upon itself, grasps the benign wishes as they wink and close their daily canvas of desires. Outwardly there are no signs, or warnings, but the joys of laughter often linger inwardly to pacify satisfactions from the personality emulsions blurring the lines of each day's vicarious accomplishments, and the effortless shift into unconscious childhood rhythms at the end of each day.
       Silence, in it's own right, holds dearly to presumptive attitudes, often carrying the knowing aspects that come from the freedoms of  personal choice, and the altitude of each of the individual dances thrown onto the daily canvas of life.  Waltzing thru those outcomes derived from such infinite colors on the palette of life, brings one relentless acceptance, the unconscious laughter wrapped in silence, tip-toeing over and thru those alert and deftly piquant ears.  Necessity, the mother of invention, needs no cue to gather the wisdom, then, from such folly brought into the human condition by individuals laughing in respectful and knowing silence.
        Seasoned ulterior thought patterns don't necessarily dictate those projections into reality, though outwardly the emotional colors  themselves, promulgate their origins, thus giving the rise to lazy smirks, that develop rapidly into undulating brainwaves tossed humorously, onto the subjective individual canvas.  These events are usually followed by unweighted and silently repeating rainbow remarks, congratulating the inner child for it's conceptual and unassuming palettes of dialogues strewn across life's canvas.  We all know that though the paint is easy to throw onto the canvas sometimes as an adult, imitating nature's artwork, that the innocence found in the canvas of our unfettered childhood, often takes a lifetime to bring back into focus, and only maintains it's purity, when that particular laughter from knowing, is consumed with silence.