If I were to tell you all of the things I wanted to say today but didn't, those things would fit in no space.
It's strange, I'm not generally a quiet person, but sometimes I get in these... moods. And then I speak so sparingly that a blind person could confuse me for a nun with a vow of silence.
It is easy to feel like quiet spells are unnatural when we are expected to Tweet every twitch and discuss every disgust. All of the things are open to opinion and opining. But the simple fact that we are able to broadcast our every breath doesn't make it necessary. Brevity can be the soul of wit just as loquacity can be the whole idiot.
It is okay not to talk all the time. It is okay to watch and wait and store things away for later. It is okay, sometimes, just to listen.