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.: SILENCE :.

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I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.

So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?

I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!


But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.

I hate your silence.
Because sometimes people can be complete assholes and just stop talking to you entirely, out of the blue, and no matter what you try and do, they reject your existence and pretend like you aren't there.

Meh, it didn't come out as well as it sounded in my head... ;_; it had more of an impact when I was thinking about the idea. But oh well.

I couldn't stay silent any more.

It's been about a year now since I had to break off my last relationship via Facebook message because the guy refused to talk to me. Just stopped texting me, and wouldn't return my calls, and I caught him playing games on Facebook one time and he told me he'd just been sick and then logged off. I don't have the time, patience, or emotional capacity to put up with that kind of crap so I was forced to send him a Facebook message letting him know that we were over. He never replied. Ever.

I was already over him, but it just... hurt that I wasn't worth enough for him to even respond to, you know?




"Preview image doesn't belong to me, but silence feels like a monster to me so I thought it was more than fitting."

^^ See? Never claimed it as my own. So please stop telling me I stole it, I just had no idea where it originally came from. But now I do, so I can give proper credit!

ORIGINAL IMAGE HERE: [link] by =akirakirai
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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

-Simon & Garfunkel 1964