The deafening silence of the words unspoken, of the conversations not had, of the things unsaid.
The deafening silence of the laughter of those who will never return, and the words they will never tell you ever again.
The absurd silence of the missing laughter, which should be there and yet, somehow, is not.
The scary silence of the lack of a project, a dream, a plot, a path. The scary silence of holding your breath, by now knowing that something will always come and shake you up… unless you shake it first.
The lead heavy silence of will, the cacophony of caution, the peace of no way to go but here.