The Silence in the Weavings

It's funny, you know, how much can be said without saying a word. The threads of conversation that linger in the room, like a tapestry left unfinished, waiting for...
Have you ever noticed how a quiet room can speak louder than...
Just last night, I sat in my chair, watching the clock tick in that persistent way that seems to mock the peace. There was this moment when I thought about all the words we use to fill the air, all the sentences that start with "you know" and...
A silence so deep, it feels like a blanket, covering everything...