It is in the quiet moments that your world is the loudest. When all you hear is the rustle of the leaves on a midnight breeze. When all you hear is the click of the fan on a hot summer's night. When all you hear is the sound of the voices inside your head.
It is in the quiet moments that your world is the loneliest. When all you feel is the empty sheet beside you in bed. When all you feel is a poem with no words on the next page. When all you feel is the silence in a crowded room.
It is in the quiet moments that your world is the darkest. When your mind has time to think think think. When your mind has time to find the dark corners. When your mind struggles and finds that comfort is missing.
It is in the quiet moments that your world is the coldest. When the lights go out and the warmth hides. When the corners come alive with the shadows. When the past becomes your current cage.
It is in those quiet moments that your world is the loudest with the words that won't stop with the think think think and the click click click and the whoosh and the whoosh and the screaming inside wishing the darkness would come and silence the shadows and put you back in that cage in that empty bed where the pages have no words.
It is in the quiet moments that my world is the loudest, loneliest, darkest and coldest of places.
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A Collection of Short Stories & Poems
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