That kind of silence
Lucky enough to have only experienced it a couple of times, this kind of silence weighs you down in an invisible barrier. Sounds become louder. Whispers pierce your mind. Silence itself becomes a sound, when there are no words that can break it. You look back and try to grasp every memory, every word, every laughter, and try to hang on to it for as much as you can. But the wind blows hard, and you feel them going away with it... although they will always stay with you.
Until we meet again. Build a cabin in Heaven grandpa :)










