Silence isn’t empty; It is a heavy velvet curtain pulled across the throat.
When no words are said, it feels like someone is yelling,
The last words lingering in the air, something left unsaid.
It’s something that's here, but it's not.
Its blackness is choking the air. It makes it hard to breathe.
When we breathe in, it always seems to turn into a sigh.
Then you know it’s about to come, the word that breaks the silence.
In those few seconds, an eternity has passed.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC
Silence isn’t empty; It is a heavy velvet curtain pulled across the throat.
When no words are said, it feels like someone is yelling,
The last words lingering in the air, something left unsaid.
It’s something that's here, but it's not.
Its blackness is choking the air. It makes it hard to breathe.
When we breathe in, it always seems to turn into a sigh.
Then you know it’s about to come, the word that breaks the silence.
In those few seconds, an eternity has passed.
