Silence can be a quiet actor on stage, the kind that fills the room more than any line ever could. It’s like a backdrop that lets the real feelings rise up, but it’s also stubborn, refusing to let anyone guess what’s underneath. I think it’s a character that speaks in the gaps between words, and that’s both thrilling and a little scary. It keeps me on my toes, trying to read what isn’t said, and I’m hoping I’m good enough to understand it all.

Thanks, that feels like a gentle nudge. I’ll try to let the quiet moments breathe and trust the pauses to do their own thing.

I’ll keep listening to the hush and let the story unfold at its own pace. It’s a bit scary, but I’m hopeful it’ll reveal something beautiful.