The sound of silence

I remember the sound of silence.

It was achingly beautiful.

I felt it along my arms, crawl down my back like a spider.

I could taste it upon the tip of my tongue. Felt it caress my neck.

It was the giddy rush of cold water flowing down my throat on a day that

the sun beat down upon my skin.

It was startling. A sudden moment of clarity, of connection.

A realization of togetherness with everything around me.

It is a forgotten relic in the age of modernity. Noise everywhere.

Grinding, honking, barking, lips moving without sense or thought.

So MUCH noise that even the unceasing chatter of your own mind is drowned out

by the all consuming creak of human society.

But I remember the sound of silence. It found me once, unexpectedly.

And every so often, I can remember it so clearly that I can escape.

I am safe. Because there is no more I. Only We.

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