It's almost a funny thing when the air becomes filled with such a tangible silence.
The type of silence that accompanies the holding of the breath,
or when emotions are bled out and you are left with nothing.
The silence that is felt at 3 am, when you think the monsters under the bed,
or even in the closet.
And during that silence it's almost as if those monsters are comforting you.
Somehow taking the galaxies that run rapidly through your veins and calming them,
to a slow and steady sleeplessness.
The silence that lets you express how you feel without voice or movement,
just the way your eyes dance and look into it
as if a familiar face would somehow appear in it.
This is the silence at funerals that suffocate the throat,
making any speech incomprehensible sobbing.
The silence of a child when night terrors dance through them and they cannot breathe.
But it comforts the lonely in the cold light of the morning.
Taking away all thought and stature better than any lover could do.