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.