100 Theme Challenge, Theme 10: Silence

For my faithful SYOT readers, this counts as 10 extra bonus pts but has nothing to do with my early offer. Read on.


I don't even remember what happened that day. But it's over now, thank goodness. Over for good. And now I can take refuge in the silence.

The silence is welcoming. I retreated to it, for I am gone and no one remembers me anymore. That doesn't matter. The wonderful, blissful silence of nothingness, the silence that presses on forever. I feel absolutely no pain; I feel absolutely nothing else, though; nothing but peace. I hear nothing; I hear silence.

I am growing restless. The silence is growing louder. The silence is screaming at me. The absence of pain presses on and hurts me. The absence of feeling anything but peace tortures me. The silence is growing louder.

I am growing weary of the silence. It keeps getting louder, more painful to bear no burden at all, more torturing to feel nothing.

I used to think that the silence would be welcoming. I used to think I'd like it. And I did, for a time. But now I cannot stand the silence. The loud, awful silence that screams into my ears. Where am I? I'd like to know that myself. Who am I? Another great question. I don't remember anything but the silence.

No matter what you're told, silence is not bliss. Not this kind of silence, not this kind of everlasting silence. Not this loud silence. Maybe someday... maybe someday I'll see light again. Maybe someday I'll feel pain. Maybe someday I can be happy again, but not because of the absence of everything else but happiness and peace. Maybe someday... maybe someday I can hear something but this awful, loud silence. Someday...