(smirk) Amusing. For me "silence" is synonymous with "scream." And "cry" as well.

Silence
Scream
Cry
Blood
Thorns
Crimson
Ice. . .
Broken Wings
Unsaveable
Lost
Locked
Torn
Screech
Misery. . .

All the same thing.

It feels like my body is getting ready to cry. My eyes are watering, I feel tears rising up the back of my throat. It's like they're waiting. Waiting. Prepared. They are prepared this time. But if I were to cry I'd suffer the consequences later. No, not the ones I'd impose upon myself, physical. I'd get a migraine. I feel the warning of one between my eyes, behind them and at the back of my head.

Everything is just waiting. Waiting to unless chaos.

Ahh Chaos, how we love thee so.