The most bittersweet thing. Silence. Nothing could be better, yet nothing could be worst. That beautiful feeling of peaceful silence. That relaxation. It’s wonderful. They say silence is boring. They say silence is useless. But really... It is anything but boring. Then the moment of terror. Silence is all you here. That relaxation is turned against you as you here the little voices. The little voices that tell you all your problems, the ones that shout at you and accuse you of everything and make you want to end yourself. Silence is toxic. The truth comes out and it drives you to insanity. Silence is truly amazing. Like drugs. The effects can be so beautiful, or so deadly. So is silence really golden? Or is rotten. I used to hate silence. But now tells me all my problems. Helps me understand why I am how I am. Silence… The golden rule
