Randomness~

Silence

The dreaded silence fills the mind with some, a constant reminder, others, a peace to them self.

That's not how it always is...not for him.

He never seemed to have the silence everyone else had.

He was always perfect.

It's annoying.

Who does he think he is?!

Walking around like he owns the place and he can do whatever he wants?!

That the silence never annoys him?!

That he's always fine with it?!

It's annoying with a burning sensation that fills the mind like he's perfectly fine!

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For some it's the opposite, it's always quiet to them.

It's always quiet, and they hate it.

The quiet seems like it could drive them mentally insane more than they already are!

They cry like it's an ear splitting headache, hoping that the deadly silence would leave them alone.

They would do anything, anything, to make it stop.

But it never does.

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The others seem that they don't even know what silence is.

Their homes are always busy, no matter where they are it is loud.

They don't get a minute of sleep ever without something happening.

Under their fake facade of being fine, they truly hate it.

They want to run away, live in a simply soft bed, and be sleeping beauty for the rest of their lives.

Why?

Because they unbearable noise is just too much!

They hate it with every ounce of their tireless body!

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But here we are, in the silence.

It's who we are in the silence, that either mentally breaks us, or we are perfectly fine.

Black
or
white

Then there is the perfectly

Or

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