There are moments when silence is not absence, but refuge
It settles like a gentle veil over everything that weighs
Softens what wounds
Dissolves what insists on surviving inside of us
In it there is no pressure
In it there is no judgment
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist
There, between breath and thought, a kind of freedom is born
One that isn’t conquered by shouting, but by accepting
It’s when the world finally goes quiet that we realize
Sometimes, to be free, all you have to do is stop answering
What no longer deserves a voice
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist
To exist
To exist