White Silence

White Silence

The silence that sounds like a tornado in my head, a million busy bees swarming around in their individual paths, a rain storm hitting a microphone as big as a football field creating the loudest white noise you could ever hear…is back.

I stare out of the library window and silently watch the outsiders walk to their destinations without really seeing them beyond the piece of glass. I stare, almost frozen, my eyes locked on am ambiguous object that is most likely not even registering in my mind. I stare, thinking thoughts I cannot understand, feeling emotions I cannot decipher. I stare, barring the silence of my mind.


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