Diclaimer: Not mine.
Silence.
I hate it. The darkness and silence close in on me until I can't breath. I don't sleep at night, for fear that I might suffocate from it.
I used to beg for silence. I craved it; like a convict craves the sunlight. Now, I crave noise; like an addict cravesdrugs.
I used to plead for silence. My friends were not of the 'quiet type' variety and there were times when the noise would almost drive me mad.
But now, I'd gladly give up every shred of sanity I posses, just to hear my friends laugh again. I'd give my voice if I could only hear theirs ramble on about some stupid prank once more.
I used to hate noise. Now, I hate silence. I loathe it. It's funny how the world works. How hypocritical it is. How unfair it is.
I used to pray for silence.
Now I plead for the merest whisper.
N/A: I have no idea where this came from. I'm wrestling with a vicious writer's block at the moment. It has glowing red eyes and pointy teeth. My dirty rotten muses have deserted me. sigh Oh, well. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please, review.