I'm afraid of Silence. Of what might come out of it. Cold and big. Hiding in the darkness. Like waiting for a monster to come out of your closet. Listening to the sounds that deafen your ears, but that only you can hear.
He has become loud. So loud… and eternal.
You start to count… 1… 2… 3… begins like a whisper and it ends in a scream. Nothing you do stops Silence from screaming in your ears. Telling you he hates you, but he will never leave. The one that sounds like a broken piano key. All the time.
He only comes at night, when everything and everyone is quiet. He hates the light, the busy streets, the loud TV's. He knows I can't hear him. Not when I'm busy pretending I listen to people.
He comes when I'm about to close my eyes and sleep. He always does.
Sometimes he loves me and whispers in my ears that I'm his favorite. But I don't want to be his favorite, I want him to stop touching my ears and leave me. Forever.
People tell me they enjoy Silence. They don't know him like I do. He's evil and mean. Perhaps he only hates me. Because I've never been his friend. Never enjoyed Silence.
Music is my friend. Has been from the moment my ears came to life in my mother's womb. But not Silence. Never Silence.
I'm afraid of him. Of what he has to say. Because he holds the truth in his hands. The truth about me.
I'm afraid of Silence. Of what might come out of it.