Silence
Silence. There's always something quite interesting about it, I never really understood why is it capable of driving one insane yet so calming. Why are we all drawn to it yet we run away from it? I have episodes of sleepless nights, not that I'm overthinking. But I feel restless, I don't know the reason. And those days when I sleep, I don't feel like waking up from these dreams. Silence still continues to astonish me; as the world around me rests I'm accompanied by the silent night. The peace that guides my fingertips across the keyboard or the wind that encourages my pen across the paper. Sometimes this silence inspires me. Those nights when I don't understand what I feel like, the same silence voices my tears. It's a pity it never says a word. I miss those times when I was unaware of the monsters I carry inside me. A trauma that never healed, a pain I never really understood. I sought a cure outside, wanting to fit in. Like I need to be fixed before I grow...