Noise contained.

As I sit, quiet. In silence. And I speak, incessantly. Within.

The silence only serves to amplify my words from within. Resonating and reverberating relentlessly, tearing apart everything but my flesh. Only thoughts killing each other, building upon the death of the previous, towards an unknown mess that I cannot comprehend - expected of the imperfect human mind; a tinge of nihilism coursing through.

I crave for silence. I yell at myself to shut up. How ironic. Lead me out into quietness.

Hush.