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