Sam won't talk to me. He's silent. His silence speaks to me.
The tension is the room changes when he walks in.
Even the walls are scared of him, and the lava silences at his steps.
Like there agitated at his arrival.
I've started to make friends with the silence, I can talk to it; it never talks back to me, it just listens, it understands me. I can feel it.
The silence has feelings, the silence has emotions.
The silence understands my pain.
The silence is my only friend.
People I thought were my friends, haven't come to see me. I wonder what they're doing.
They're outside, I'm in here.
They're outside, I'm in a box.
They're free, walls confine me.
I want to be outside.
I want to be free.
I want to feel the wind through my hair again.
I want to feel the grass; the water; the lights, the sounds.
All I see are walls. The only light is the lava. The only sounds are silence.
A deafening silence.
