I am

I am the sudden silence that follows after the screech of a car brake. 

I am the sudden stillness after the stop of a heartbeat

I am the sudden silence that follows after the roar of a thunderstorm.

I am the silence after the explosive firework , the stillness after the loud clap

I am the word without a meaning , a soul without purpose. 

You , dear depression has done your work well in making me believe I am less than what I am