My heart is beating. Anxiously holding back my tongue as the words build up. Silence is like drowning, holding one's breath. My heart is beating. In silence, time stops. The anxiety of choosing the right words becomes more unbearable than the spaces between them, so the silence remains. What if there are no words to fill this void? We will have to create a new language or post an S.O.S. that no one will hear. "Save our silence!" we scream inside our heads, but the words dissolve before any ears are reached. We continue to sink. Our hearts are beating and our chests are heavy. Are we drowning from the weight of the words we are holding back or from the weight of their absence?