i understand now why i like to

listen to music when i'm sad.

it's to escape the silence.

something so simple i didn't

even know it myself.

i hate silence.

it's so hard to drown it out

even if you're in a room filled

with people.

silence will always weasel its

way into the cracks.

silence screams so loud it

shatters glass.

silence is indestructible.

even when i turn up the volume,

it still finds me.

it's around every corner,

hunting the weakest link.

i am the weakest.

it preys and feeds on me.

it catches me every time,

when i'm least expecting it.

silence is a melancholy bitch,

and she knows it.

and she loves knowing it.