Why did I keep picturing the screaming man? The one who was inside my head with his hands on his ears, howling all his insanity into his voice. The voice that I couldn't hear because really, all I could hear was the silence... And silence is so freaking loud isn't it?
It made sense because he wasn't the only one I saw. I saw me too.
I saw myself immersed in a crowd of figures, lights, sounds, smells - calm expression, palms pressed onto my ears, eyes closed like I was trying to break through all those barriers I myself had put up.
I know it's loud, I can feel it but I can't hear it and I don't want to see it. If only I could open my eyes and ears and just breathe it all in again.
It's not so bad though. Everything is going to be okay.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow and maybe not even the day after.
But it's going to happen. He'll stop screaming and the silence will be welcome again... Won't it?
