❛ Silence, is an interesting thingYou don't like it.
During the night, when even your loud thoughts aren't noisy enough compared to how loud the quiet can be.
The quiet gets so loud that
you began to hear a random ringing sound and you get bothered
so bothered that you get kind of antsy, like something might happen so you're quick to find something to fill the silence.And because you don't like silence, you don't really like the night either
Well it depends really;
city night or home night.City night is filled with the bright lights of street lamps and the clinking of glasses from inside bars and the laughing of people coming from clubs
Home night is quite the opposite. The only lights that fills your house are either from the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom or television
And when it gets late, and you go to bed you're tired of the tv so you don't turn it on
And once you switch the light off on the lamp on your nightstand, it pitch black. Nothing to hear but the creaks of nature and the imaginary men inside your head that break into your house.You don't like it.
But once all of those seem to fade, it's nothing but what seems like a buzz of an old television when you switch to a channel and there's nothing playing but the pixelated black and white screen.
You try to drown out the quiet with your thoughts because you don't feel like picking up your phone but during those few seconds in-between each breath, you get reminded of the nerve-wracking silence that you really don't like.
And then it becomes hard to sleep because your nerves are bad and you're left to stare at one of those boring ass four walls in your room and-
Silence is just a really interesting thing, isn't it? ❜
━September 6, 2020
so I wrote bc i got inspired by this new movie I'm watching called, I'm Thinking of Ending Things. I haven't finished but it's not bad, just really weird and make u question you're sanity but yea

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