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It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation impelling you into a recursive nightmare without hope or love or sanity. To hang on every silence to Be to exist to live in that silence Forever Places you in an empty airport terminal where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do while remaining ever hopeful causes an inability to move on. I have lived in that silence for days upon days months stacked methodically and years too many years... My soul bled and I died every day crying out into that endless darkness I kept going by breathing But. It was a half life Existence in the shadows of reality. Finally, oh yes, finally! conversation opened. Elation at first Then... I found it was too late the shattering had finished its dreadful deed and that I was already dead. A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die. And I…. still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time. It is wicked that a person would do this to another person. The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this. Even that enemy would communicate. Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction. This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come. But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate. It is a sending Over and over and over and over a simple message.... Hi? This says it all. That soft two letter word. Hi And you scream and scream and scream and scream in your soul to the end of time that I need you if only to hear back from you, a simple... Hello. All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out, But, Nothing. An Ever-silence. The return sending of a text never comes and death, bit by bit claims you until you drag that husk behind you.... EverSad.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
radicalsingularity
Response to Silence from Texts Sent
It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation impelling you into a recursive nightmare without hope or love or sanity. To hang on every silence to Be to exist to live in that silence Forever Places you in an empty airport terminal where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do while remaining ever hopeful causes an inability to move on. I have lived in that silence for days upon days months stacked methodically and years too many years... My soul bled and I died every day crying out into that endless darkness I kept going by breathing But. It was a half life Existence in the shadows of reality. Finally, oh yes, finally! conversation opened. Elation at first Then... I found it was too late the shattering had finished its dreadful deed and that I was already dead. A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die. And I…. still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time. It is wicked that a person would do this to another person. The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this. Even that enemy would communicate. Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction. This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come. But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate. It is a sending Over and over and over and over a simple message.... Hi? This says it all. That soft two letter word. Hi And you scream and scream and scream and scream in your soul to the end of time that I need you if only to hear back from you, a simple... Hello. All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out, But, Nothing. An Ever-silence. The return sending of a text never comes and death, bit by bit claims you until you drag that husk behind you.... EverSad.
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