Solitude
Words so often fall short, pale and twist and fail. We crave them, need them, can’t live without them, and yet it’s often only with silence that we can say what we mean. Say what needs to be said. In the flicker of candlelight, the dip of a mattress, the gentle tug of hands through you hair-sometimes, these are the only things that can be said, that need to be said. In solitude and silence the ghost of a breath is all the company you need because the words could never say as much.