I’m afraid of the silence
Afraid of what I might find when I explore my mind
When the music goes mute and leaves me with nothing but my thoughts
I am terrified
I have spent years muting my feelings
What have I hid away?
What lives down in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind?
Only the silence will reveal them
Only the silence is quiet enough to hear their whispers
Quiet enough for them to crawl into the light
To be seen by me and only me
As I sit alone in this empty room
With just the sounds of the ghosts and creatures
Crawling, reaching, striving to be seen
What lives within me?
What monsters have I hidden?
What goes on in my mind when I can’t hear it?
When I can’t see it?
What is brewing in the darkness?
What is speaking in the silence?