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.
