My lungs are convulsing . My bones feel like glass shards dug deep into my skin.
My eyes , they can’t bear the disturbance of what’s infront of my closed lids .Silence is a calm shadow .It casts a paralyzing spell on my panicking thoughts .
I don’t remember what I was contemplating about .
Silence isn’t a curse , nor a blessing .It’s not the opposite of loud noise , but rather the cold absence of it .
It seeps into my breath , my lungs , creeping into my bloodstream .
Silence is well , Silent .
Sometimes you need it , sometimes you don’t .
But is silence calmness or bottled rage ?
I’m not interested in your cheap talk .