I am the silence when there is a lull in your conversation. I am the weight in your chest. You keep me hidden. Always kept quiet. Why am I always a bad thing?
Sometimes I can be good too. I am the mysteries the moon will never reveal to the sun. I am the beauty of not knowing everything.
Yes, sometimes I can keep you up at night but I can also help you rest easily. I am the security of your being. I can be big or small. I am a secret.