Thoughts

The room is completely still except for my heartbeat, which creates ripples in the glass of water in my hand. I have a love/hate relationship with silence. At times, it's what I need, it's an escape.

But with silence comes thought.

The sounds of a normal day are enough to drown out the endless murmuring in my head, but when there is nothing to drown it out, it is deafening. It's like domestic violence between the two hemispheres of my brain.

I don't want to listen, but I have no choice.

Still, besides the screaming thoughts that consume my mind, silence is more comforting than having to face reality. Alone in a quiet room, you're safe.

As long as you don't listen to the thoughts.