Word Exchange.

One of the harshest things one can encounter.

Sure, an interchange of words can be sweet as the day; but that's only sometimes.

That sweetness has become a scarce rarity - it sure has.

Every day, the Sun glazes my skin and wakes me up with a gentle silence.

Not long after I rise, the viscous storm strikes me:

"YES!"

"NO!"

"BLACK!"

"WHITE!"

"NO LOVE!"

"ONLY FEAR!"

FROZEN. IN. TIME.

The rain has drenched me in defeat.

I didn't have the slightest chance of sharing a word with anyone.

I didn't say anything - I said nothing.