Every time I want to speak or type a reply, lately, I close my lips and let the moment pass. I am delving deeper into silence, and my instinct tells me I am right.
I am right, and see these anchors, now lilliputian.
Sitting still. Still sitting. Silent, or speaking softly only words that matter. Reading words that matter. Writing words that matter.
All the rest I keep for myself. And I am right.