I hear a noise that’s not a noise
it’s a sound
and it only exists inside my head.
It fills my thoughts and memories of the evening – the absence of silence, the way everyone wants to be close to someone – the endless movement of particles. I remember lights and smells so far away from each other, and time slowly loosing its structure. I could feel the angles of my body, its boundaries sharpening as the night went on.
There’s nothing in-between. Silence, or the absence of it.
I felt silence getting heavy, bothering my tired ears with its gravity.
I craved it, and it slipped away.
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