Sitting there on that tiny chair across her, I babbled words like a platoon commander, her eyes teary on both ends. I felt the need to stop but my chest won't let me and my mouth went on and on until both had had enough, until both had me raise my head to stare at the ceiling briefly before I shut my eyes close to stay there in that darkness for as long as I can and muddle on that silence that I knew she needed, that I most definitely needed, a lull that stopped me from barricading myself inside a wall of words, a concrete cage of callousness.