Silence

On the train

I find silence on the train.

That silence scares me.

Why?

Those silent moments are often most tough.

Its where you recognize those fears, the things that eat you alive. Remember that time you said the wrong thing or didn’t show up for someone? Sometimes there is no apology satisfies that need for closure (or it feels that way).

I’m scared of screwing up, so I often want to blend into the silence. If I am a fly on the wall, I can’t disturb the peace that is around me.

Sometimes this leads to a lesson, one that I can take with me to my destination. Other times, it means an attitude, one I use to hide my contempt for myself. A hard shell for a soft man.

All because of silence.