The Sound Of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,

Her eyes scanned the rows of shelves before her eyes brimmed over with tears and she grabbed a dusty old tome at random before she found a seat and flipped open to a page in the middle of the book.

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Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

The tears overflowed and cascaded down her face, tracing a delicate trail down her cheek and curving to her chin, dripping off one by one.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,

Here she could be with her only true friends, the ones who hugged her emotions and whispered silent words of comfort, the ones who knew her and what she needed.

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'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

Other people pretended to be her friends, betraying her innermost secrets and using her to make themselves appear more intelligent, make themselves look better, help themselves with what ever they needed.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.

In the whole school there was no one whom she could trust, no one who would honestly listen to her and offer advice for her problems, comfort for her sorrow, and joy that would match her joy at her achievements.

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People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

Now she knew to trust her thoughts and emotions to only her silent friends, for they would not, could not, talk, and would not betray her as others had.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.

She felt lonely at times, for her firends were always silent, and sometimes she drew herself away and joined others, the ones who lied, the ones who betrayed.

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Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

But for what, to suffer taunts? Cruel criticism and endless, merciless mocking?

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made

So she did not leave often, but poured out her soul to her friends in the silence, her worries and anxieties, her deepest thoughts and most childish dreams, knowing that they would not tell another soul.

---.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

For books do not talk.