Silence is when I am laying in bed at twelve at night. My alarm clock glows on top of the bookshelf, radiating just a small bit of colored light. Everything is silent. All I can hear are my thoughts and my steady breathing. In and out and in again. My mind racing like a Nascar on Sunday. In circles trying to wrap itself around the idea of my life. Zooming around trying to see how I live this way. Everything that had been blocked out by other noises through the day now floods my thoughts. The only thing missing is the steady heart beat of someone else next to me. The heat radiating off of someone's body. The brief period of time where you are almost asleep but yet you are awake is what I long for. That is my true silence. I cannot even hear my own thoughts. You feel weightless, almost as if you don't exist. That is were I feel safe and protected. In the silence I created in my own head.
