Escaping Silence

I used to love silence. I could stay still in my bed, daydreaming and drifting away with my own thoughts. I found it comforting to be at peace with myself, thinking about nothing at all. But then, things changed—the once comforting silence became a place of mental torture. I began to despise it. How can something so serene become so unbearable? Perhaps it happens when you surrender your happiness into the hands of someone else. When I fell in love with her, she became the only one I desired, the one I yearned to be with—the dream I always chased, both in sleep and in waking life. I could only imagine how wonderful life would be if I got to spend it with her. But like any wishful thinking, this dream came to an end. She found someone else. I hate it. Take me away from here. I don’t want to be here. I hate this silence because, in it, I can hear the sound I despise the most. In this silence, I hear my mind screaming, calling out for help. In this silence, I hear the sound of my heart bre...