The Beginning of Silence
I used to think silence was empty. That it meant nothing was happening, nothing was being said...
I used to think silence was empty. That it meant nothing was happening, nothing was being said. But I've learned that silence is actually full—full of all the things we're too afraid to voice, too vulnerable to share. It's in those quiet moments that I find the threads I want to weave into fabric, the emotions I want people to wear close to their skin.