His face went silent when he was disappointed in me. His mouth silent, too, without words for days. Silence cuts as deep as knives.
Nin
It wasn’t oppresive. It just sat on him. The look on her face gave him no choice. There were no words. There wan’t an argument to be had. All he could do was live with the silence. Let it breathe between them. Perhaps let it provide some hope that something could happen.
Nick Roesler
the ring of nothingness is headpoundedly loud. Somehow in this empty room, he thought he heard something. Maybe someone was trying to let him know their presence. Maybe it was an alert. He would never believe that, it could have been silent.
His face went silent when he was disappointed in me. His mouth silent, too, without words for days. Silence cuts as deep as knives.
It wasn’t oppresive. It just sat on him. The look on her face gave him no choice. There were no words. There wan’t an argument to be had. All he could do was live with the silence. Let it breathe between them. Perhaps let it provide some hope that something could happen.
the ring of nothingness is headpoundedly loud. Somehow in this empty room, he thought he heard something. Maybe someone was trying to let him know their presence. Maybe it was an alert. He would never believe that, it could have been silent.
Everything went silent when he left. The joy. The hope. Friends.
sitting on sand in solitude sketching static on a surfboard: scratch art of a seascape.