Silence is more than quiet. Quiet is the sweeping hush of the stars pressing fingers to their lips so the world stops thinking. But silence steals even the most subtle of sounds and fills the air with everything else. A dancing heart, eyes not afraid to find what they seek, clarity. It fills all of us in every moment, and if we allow it to consume us, silence closes the in between spaces. The lingering quiet in between sentences becomes the essence of a seemingly infinite silence as it weaves fingers and lips together forever settled into the mind. Quiet passes and the mind will wash it away. But silence stays. And silent souls will let themselves feel it. They will allow the quiet to muffle into silence until the only thing left is for them to feel and remember the way it softened so many thoughts that simply didn’t matter. I will forever remember the silences.