Silence || Tyler Joseph

Double hit

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Clara
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It felt like ages.
But do we feel time?

Time is just a simple limit created by humans in a way to be more organized.

People can't be unorganized. In fact everything we see or and create is calculated. Is nature even calculated?

Nature isn't calculated. Nature is just like our senses. Something unexpecting.

We are sons of nature, but raised by calculations.

We stopped believing in the world because we have learnt to have limits.

I groaned slightly while moving my hand to my neck, checking my pulse.

Goddamn if I wanted to have this stop ticking inside of me.

Next I opened my eyes: I still can see.

Everything was fine, all my senses worked.

But one in particular was screaming inside of me. I could feel a hand on my shoulder.

I moved my head towards the direction of the hand and took a deep breath. It was Tyler. He was on the floor while his head and hands on the bed. One hand under his cheek and the other on my shoulder.

He was sleeping.

He was silent.

"I wish I could know what you think and what you do..." I mumbled slightly and sighed. "Tyler... Wake up."

I woke him lightly while shaking him by his shoulder softly. "Tyler come on."

"I want to sit in silence. Leave me alone." He replied back leaving me dumbfounded.

He wasn't asleep. He was once again tricking me.

"Was that Blurryfac-"

"That's my best friend and don't you ever assume things like that." He opened his eyes and looked at me.

It hurt him?

"Like that how?"

"Oh my God, you're so impossible to deal with." He groaned in frustration.

"Excuse that I was fucking hit with a bat on the head after running after a certain boy who keeps being cryptic on purpose maybe just for fucking attention-"

"I-Is that what you think about me? That I'm doing a-all of this for attention?" I immediately felt pain in my chest seeing him change his expression so quickly from frustration to sadness.

I hurt him.

"Tyler n-no. I mean, that's how you make me think. That's how for my logic you make it out like. I was fucking hit by a stranger. And of course I'll assume it's Blurryface or whoever that person is. You only talk about him with me. You never talk about you. It's like a fucking blasphemy." I tried to explain.

I was never good with explaining. I'm sure panic was written all over my face.