Everything I feel gets lost in touch, lost in words that I’ve spoken. And it’s only ever in silence that I can admit to feeling broken. Because silence is the only one who’ll help me pray for something new, Somewhere, or someone to love, instead of loving you. Too many times I’ve felt as if perhaps silence is real, ‘Cause it’s the only one who knows I’m broken and tries to help me heal.
Kate Murdoch, writing prompt #7: write about silence












