There are moments of silent heartache. Moments were the pain claws down the sides of your heart. A pain that is sharp but has been dulled by the passage of time, by the endless tears that feel like a constant stream of water falling on top of a rock, giving it shape and form; and when you have cried until there are no tears left and when you have shouted until there is no more sounds left inside of you, all that you can do is smile. Smile, because you emptied your tears, because there are no sounds, because there are no words, and everything is still, and empty, and you can start anew like you’ve never known pain.
