When silence is painful, we speak to fill it. We might speak too much, we might wish we didn’t. To ignore or submerge, our thoughts, prayers, and wishes, pushed aside in dirty water like piles of dirty dishes. Silence is necessary; few listen to empty their head of thoughts replaced by fake-smiles-a-plenty. When the thoughts pool, we have time to just sit too little too late, though no one will say it. Loud thoughts in our heads keep our mouths motionless, as the silence of acceptance sounds like a roar; quite ferocious.