Silence

Silence... ..Each period I type, make my words become absent. When the cold wind brushes passed my skin, I say nothing, I let the goosebumps talk; more like braille to tell a story of how I'm really feeling. And when the rain falls, I say nothing at all. I let the rain drops speak; more like tears to seek the pain that I'm trying to release. Silence... ...Too many periods after my words; my words are disappearing. The cold air mimics the breath that's in me when I speak, but the sound isn't quite up to audio; I'm trying though, but why does it even matter anymore? And when I try to see what's taking my words from me, I believe it was only me who's taking me. When the cold wind enters my body, it's cold and weak, but I say nothing. I let the cold wind communicate, causing my body to make icicles look childish in the winter time. I can scream at the top of my lungs, just to feel them pull back on reaction; their reaction is hesitant, but being lost is present all over again, and again, I am trying though, but nothing is happening. My mute button is permanent, my vocals are not cracking their silence. Silence.. Those periods... and there goes my words, Gone. I say nothing at all. Though, I have so much to say, but why does it matter, when my silence seems to speak louder? ...silent