Return

Silence.

Quite uncanny.

At first I could hear the traffic outside.

My laptop fan whirring softly.

The tap running in the kitchen.

But the most conspicuous of them all was the silence.

The silence grew steadily louder.

Until it began to scream and shout and ensure that I heard nothing beyond silence.

It blocked out everything else and engulfed me in itself.

And all I was left with was silence.

Silence is a funny thing, it is the noise when there is none.

Silence forces you to listen, when there is actually nothing to hear.

The deafening sound of nothing, reverberates in your skin.

Stripping you of your will, while filling your soul with the cacophony of nothing.

It compels you face yourself, and takes you to places once forgotten.

It is this same uncanny silence which has forced me to return.

And here I am.