A Better day

This silence is kiling me. a silence that makes the air heavy. heavy silence. I don't know what to say. If I knew, I wouldn't know how to begin. See the time running bring me the pain of tomorow. He will close the door and I will want to kill myself for not saying what I didn't know to say.

What a crazy feelings!

he is reading something irrelevant and his eyes keep scaping from me. what is going to happen now? should I read this for him or choose the easy-heavy silence?
is this silence the best answer? maybe there is nothing to say at all. our soul must suffer and wait for a better day.