Silence.
It's nothing and everything at once.
Thoughts become louder, despite not having voices. They're there, and there's nothing to distract them or drown them out. So they get louder, and louder. There's nothing you can do to silence them they're just getting louder and louder and from the outside it's still silent because it's all in your head but when it's all in your head it's the worst of all because there's nothing you can do for quiet.
But when all you want is quiet, that's when the outside becomes louder. And even though the inside was loud, coming back to the outside is louder because it can be felt as well as heard. It's still quiet to everyone else because they never had to deal with an overwhelming volume that had no sound.
That's the power of silence. It makes everything louder, but it's quiet. It's the power of nothing. There's nothing, but it's too much.
It's everything and nothing. Nothing and everything.
Silence.
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Oh, To Live
PoetryShort stories, prose and poetry to encapsulate the parts of life I find myself stuck in. *Some content may feature descriptions of sensitive topics, such as anxiety or depression. Warnings will be present throughout regarding this content.
