And now a slience...

A silence that pierces your ears, that makes you deaf, that makes you want to shout and cry out just to shatter it-- shatter it to bits, making it impossible to replicate.

I hate this silence, this placidness, emptiness, void of intrussion. Worse yet is its culprit, regret, and autophobia.

I want noise. I want to hear, to listen, to have an apartment full of whispers, full of life-- to be able to hear the sweet sounds of those you love, to hear their voices, or to just hear them breathe.

I hate it. Yet hope remains that tomorrow there still might be a chance that the silence may be broken.