This quiet emptiness that fills my heart screams to be released, but I remain fixed within this quiet emptiness that surrounds me and that scream is forced inward as ever. It is at times like this that I am glad of the way in which I deal with things. I am glad that I do not find release or solace by false means. I am glad that I do not unleash whatever inner turmoil there is within me. I would not wish that upon anyone. The moment passes... I breathe... and move on ... ever motionless.