Some Silences Scream Louder Than Rage

Not all pain throws furniture. Some of it just sits there—dead calm, eyes locked, jaw clenched—and says nothing. And that silence? It’s louder than any tantrum you could imagine. This piece is a tribute to the moments where the quiet is absolutely deafening.

The kind of silence that tells you everything you needed to hear—and nothing you wanted to. That “I’m fine” energy with a mushroom cloud behind it.

This isn’t about passive-aggression. It’s about the people who learned early on that rage got them nowhere, so they built their walls with restraint. And now those walls echo.

The tiny tornado at the top? That’s the emotional forecast. The rest of the image just lets the weight settle. No need to shout when the stillness hits like a fucking freight train.