When you are surrounded by silence, you hear everything.
Another person's joy,
The laughter of life passing you by.
The whisper of "What if's" and "If only's".
The ticking of a clock,
Distant yet inescapable.
Silence is in fact no silence at all.
It is a cacophony of all the sounds you have no part of.
It is an unquenchable thirst,
A longing to be filled,
A hunger yearning to be satisfied.
It is the empty space through which envy enters the heart and makes a home.
For mine is not the silence of the absence of sound.
It is far more sinister than that.
Mine is the silence of the lonely soul.
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