For some reasons I go through spells in my life where words escape me. Rather than having something to say, my mouth ceases to release words that seem to fit the moment. I do not think that it is because I am not intelligent enough to build sentences that ought to be heard by thousands. I think some of my thoughts ought to be heard by millions, actually. But rather, I believe it has to do more with the nature of my life.
I make no secret that I am particularly outgoing and usually always busy. Nearly every evening gives me the opportunity to do something outside of my home. For better or for worse this makes me a fairly in-demand person. During the meetings that I have, I am expected to not be short on words. Thankfully, thus far in my life I have not suffered from this problem. I still think the words will come to me just fine for meetings, but in my life outside of this arena is where the words get short.
As I have mentioned before, the stillness allows me time to think, but I would often rather not be so reflective and instead get the words out. Given enough time, I am sure they will come back. Hopefully they will come back quickly.
While I am waiting, please enjoy the silence as well.