White Noise

Something I wrote when I broke my writers block of one year.

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It was either extremely hot, or dastardly cold. There was never a cool medium in my life. Never a dull moment, never an end to the noise. That crystal white noise blaring in my ears day after day. Never an end to the sharp silence that cuts me right before I take my last breath.

Yet still, here I am. Attempting to drown out the noise, by grabbing it by its neck and submerging it in stagnant water, the stench of forbidden clarity sulking its way into my nose. Tip toeing around my brain, stumbling over rotten skeletons and red blood cells.

My body grows weak with the constant battle between whether to choke or let go, so I opt to sleep, to run away from my problems, just to wake up to avoid their eyes everytime they gaze at me, constantly shoving questions and 'what if' hypotheticals down my throat......................