Shh.

Today was a quiet day for me, the kind where I talk only inside myself and everyone else just looks and looks. So I look back, holding my words inside like a soft, dense occlusion in my chest, obscuring my airways. It isn't a relaxed silence; it's fluid, dynamic--beautifully and perfectly controlled, concentrated in an airtight embrace by me and me alone. Words feel full and warm under my diaphragm's care, and I take pride in not letting them escape, because today they are just mine.