The silence behind every sound.
Felt, not heard.
It weighs on me,
stronger than gravity.
A constant background silence,
radiating;
permeating
from somewhere behind the
noise.
Perhaps,
not silence.
Hollow noise,
dead sounds,
phantom whispers.
Haunting me,
if you’re real
Hauntingly,
what came before?
In a semi-secluded corner of his garden lay a small wendy house
