quiet. its too... quiet.
except its not completely silent.
you can still hear the yelling of neighbours next-door and the tweeting of happy birds outside, but to me it's still..
Quiet.
You can still hear the dripping of the broken tap, the soft hum of the fridge.
But to me its still quiet.
Why am I so afraid of this silence?
People are still out there, I can hear them. Faintly.
Maybe its because of the thought that swirl and swirl like thunderous clouds.
Maybe this quiet is the silence before the storms before everything comes crashing down.
Maybe I'll make it not so quiet, scream into nothing, cry for things that i cant control.
Maybe.
But for now... I think I'll stay quiet.