I stare up into the night
Nothing stares back
Just the dark
The void of thought takes over my mind
My nights are sleepless when I can’t hear noise
Silence is my misery
And yet silence provides a sanctuary
In the night silence is ironically like a white noise of endless worries and thoughts that are louder than a death cry
In the sun silence is rare and nearly unheard of so more likely than not silence provides solitude from the world
Silence drives a man insane and yet noise can do the same. Leaving a double edged blade
Which do you blame the noisy or the
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
I stare up into the night
Nothing stares back
Just the dark
The void of thought takes over my mind
My nights are sleepless when I can’t hear noise
Silence is my misery
And yet silence provides a sanctuary
In the night silence is ironically like a white noise of endless worries and thoughts that are louder than a death cry
In the sun silence is rare and nearly unheard of so more likely than not silence provides solitude from the world
Silence drives a man insane and yet noise can do the same. Leaving a double edged blade
Which do you blame the noisy or the