I remember the days when silence was perfect.
Silence was soft,
and it said
“Shhh, go to sleep. You’re safe with me.”

Now I listen to loud music,
and talk about nothing for hours
just to fill in the spaces that lack sound.

Today, silence attacks me.
Silence is sharp,
and scary,
and loud,
as it says,
“Don’t sleep. You’re not good. No one cares. Just be done.”

Silence is now a greater threat than the darkness it has always been by its side.