Silence. Silence is never nothingness. It never was. It is full of confusing emotions which remain unexpressed. It is full of unspoken words which make our throat blade just like sharp, broken pieces of mirror. It is full of solved mysteries, tangled like numerious threats. It is full of an awkward madness. Beyond all the limitations, whether known or unknown, being comfortable with silence is a rare art. Those who experience this uncomfortable comfort fall in love with silence