Silence

The silence stirs the mind to fill the void of nothing that challenges the sense of sound.

I’ve grown so accustomed to it.

Hearing only the buzzing in my mind amidst the subtle hum of electricity running through the fan as the blades create a gentle whoosh through the stillness that embraces the silence. The occasional crash of ice falling from the machine in the freezer and every once in a while, the faint groan of a jet flying overhead leaving behind a curious stillness on its journey.

Not even the sound of traffic in the distance or a long-traveled train on occasion, nothing, nothing filling the void, nothing but the hum in my mind and the voices in my head conversing about my world and guiding it into questionable sanity, and the silence where it hides.

When I think outside the window into the darkness of the night the darkness space appears in my mind. A darkness of quantum proportions as if the silence begins to tumble out of control into the deepest holes in the stratosphere, ending nowhere. Carrying with it all the emptiness that exists in the moment that it surrounds.

The silence remains forever.

 

 

 

 

 

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