Silence is heavy. It presses down on me from all directions. It is suffocating, squeezing the air from my lungs. I long for a sound. A drip or a sigh, anything to give a sign of life. It entraps me, daring me to break it. I cannot escape this trap.

Silence is heavy. It holds me close. In the quiet that follows harsh words, it wraps around me comfortingly. I hold onto the moment. The peace in nice, if only for a few heartbeats. There is a quiet existence in the silence. I am safe where no words are found.