silence

i never noticed how much i hated silence.

but not the silence that comes with no speaking.

the silence that finds you in a crowded room,

the silence that is like crashing waves, and singing buoys out at sea,

the silence that makes your insides feel like a swings chain twisting, with a sickeningly satisfactory spinning release,

the silence the sticks to your jacket that doesn't wash out, and smells for weeks,

the silence that is like courteously offered coffee, that is overly sweet.

and sometimes, the silence is wanted. needed. because without silence, the world could never appreciate the noise.

-n

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