Bump….bump……bump bump……….bump…

Silence.

While I lie in bed with my tear soaked face, that’s all I hear on the other end of the phone.

Silence.

The sound I hear when my world comes crumbling down and everyone else is moving at normal speed but my legs are stuck in quicksand.

Silence.

I scream, and I scream at the top of my lungs. But everyone else just hears…

Silence.

Reading that test strip and seeing a plus sign indicating that life is growing and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. And you cannot fathom the idea of raising such innocence in a world so evil.

Silence.

Sometimes, I can find the most comfort in it. I’m not mandated to speak to anyone, and I don’t have to face the world.

Silence.

It’s all anyone wants these days, but instead all the world hears anymore are sirens and gunshots and the weeping of a family who just lost their child or friend to suicide. And in this silence we realize that society is truly killing us.

Silence.

When we have the moment of silence I think of all of the people that we have lost in wars and terrorists attacks and think to myself, I wonder if they wished for silence.

I wish that somedays I could stay in that silence. And sometimes that’s what everybody needs.

Silence, Silence.

That’s something that everyone wants, but it’s the one thing money can’t buy.

Silence.