Silence.

Sitting in silence is so terribly intimate. For those who fear being visible to another soul, the silence burns and words tumble out of their mouths to put out the fire. The words that fall from their mouths are empty, and it destroys the beautiful flames blazing between the two. It is a pity - no, a sin - to disallow this intimacy. I am one of those cowards who fears being seen, who fears being the one without the words to say. I have an arterial of words built under my tongue for any moment where I fear the burning silence. An arterial of words under my tongue, but only a few in my soul.