Silence.

I talk a mile a minute. I am never at a loss for words.
I stumble on my words as they fall out of my mouth faster than my brain can process them.
But at the end of the day, I say what has to be said.
I have no fear of saying what's on my mind.
I never lack in the capability to articulate.

But you know that look that people give you when there's something you're supposed to say?
The one that says, please say that thing I've been waiting for you to hear?
Yeah, I got that look.
For the first time ever, I was speechless.
My ability to articulate was no longer existent.
My thoughts flew at the speed of sound into a black hole.
No words could convey my infinite thoughts as I processed the situation.

If you looked in my eyes you'd see that I have so many things to say, just no way to articulate it.
If you let the silence speak, it said it all.

Why do I need to articulate it?
Why do we rely on finite amounts of words?
Do those words ever fully explain the things we mean?
Are there enough words in the finite system to allow for the explanation of infinite emotions?
Why do we rely on these finite words for everything?

Maybe the cliche of silence is golden is really true.
Maybe the absence of an articulation conveys more than finite arrangements of letters with arbitrary meanings.
Maybe it's what between the lines that counts.

Imply in the silence the words you want to hear.
Let your eyes show the infinite emotions.
Contemplate which finite word appears appropriate.
Juxtapose it all, and you'll realize that words matter, but the silence says more.

I have infinite thoughts, but no way to say them that says what it needs to.
As long as the silence says it all....