just like love silence comes in many forms sometimes loud and deafening an icy arrow to the chest so piercingly cold it causes time to freeze sometimes somber and heavy the thickest blanket encasing your form suffocating the air surrounding you until there is not a breath of life left it is the moment before the pin drops anticipation stacked taller than towers weighing you down to the deepest of depths the still lands sometimes it is calm the shared knowingness between souls soaking in beauty beyond themselves an unspoken conversation of appreciation for the moment they take space in sometimes it is in memorium of in honor of a greatness that impacts the very essence of our beings sometimes silence is nothing sometimes silence is everything but what remains consistent is that every time silence makes us feel something more