That which enters

Silence.....

Why is it deafening?

Why do we surround ourselves with sound?

Are we avoiding it?

What hides behind Silence?

Memories?

Pain?

Thoughts?

Are we running away from our minds?

Do thoughts, and memories slip into our heads,

Using Silence as a door?

What do we run from?

THINK.

         ABOUT.

                       IT.

I know I am.

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