Silence Free Write

And the silence made my heart think twice before making a sound...The silence of eye contact with the one person I wished not to see, hear, touch ever again. I was hoping to communicate words through our eyes so it would be less awkward. But as usual it's always a frustrated silence on my part. Never do we speak, but the tension grows like an ugly disease. I wondered how we ever did speak so freely before these frozen moments in time we share now. It couldn't be that we were actually so different. All I could think about was those thoughts behind your mirror like eyes. And why they can never reach your mouth and tell me how things really are or should be. In the space of this moment I know how your guilt still eats away at your trembling voice box. It won't allow you to say things that would destroy some of that pride.