#12 The Quiet Is Loud

I never liked the quiet. I mean, obviously I like the quiet to an extent. It means peace, less stress. There's more room for you to exist in your own quiet bubble, doing your own thing. But sometimes . . . 
Sometimes the quiet, the dead silence, is so loud.
I can physically hear it. It sounds fizzy, almost like the buzz of electricity when I sit too close to the power strip or turn on the old lamp in my room. Sometimes the quiet is so loud it hurts my ears a little.
My mind tends to talk a lot, although it's been a little quieter in the last year. It sometimes takes the silence as an invitation to talk on and on and on. It often drives me crazy, but there are also times I just go about my day, doing my own thing while they chatter in the background. On occasion I'll catch a sentence and ponder on what it means, meanwhile the voices have gone silent.
I'm not a fan of noise more than a few hours a day, but I also don't feel calm in lonely silence.

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