be still and wait

Quiet subtext speaks volumes of analytical depths in times of deafening silence.

I feel that sometimes/in certain situations - words are either:
a) not good enough
b) lost in your mind
c) swallowed back into your heart

It's in moments like that when silence means everything.
And I know you know what I mean.
When your tongue goes numb and you become almost shy of language all together.

I am amazed at how loud silence can be.
There is great power in few words with exact intention.

Silence turns us inward to our thoughts and perceptions.
Insert my over analytical nature here.

As I undergo this process of patience, I pray that clarity will work it's magic like Windex on smudged glass.