My memories are like dissonant wind chimes- they shriek every time my mind's winds blow. Those familiar tunes still haunt me and to this day they remain stuck in my head.
My heart is a sanctuary of silence, a place where few have ever glimpsed. The demons may try to penetrate its walls but this heart has always proved stronger than what I gave it credit for.
If you know me by my writing, be prepared to know me by my silence, for the demons from within and beyond have choked the voice out of me. I don't want to speak anymore, I only watch and I write.