In order to convey the concept of silence, one must use words. It's funny that one must literally make noise to describe the hushed vacuum of complete and utter noiselessness. And in that regard, sometimes I wish that words were less descriptive, and more inciting... 

One of my frustrations as a writer is that words can convey, but cannot induce. If I say the word love, you have an understanding of that word’s meaning and sentiment, but you’re not suddenly swept away by a tornado of romance and passion and goosebumps. 
 
More than anything, I wish I could say ‘love’ and incite love. If language could elicit a heartfelt cathartic experience, I would make sure that every word I chose was a prayer of praise and gratitude: a way of saying, thank you for being here. Thank you for reminding me that I am not alone.