When my house is so quiet that I can hear the refrigerator clearing its throat, or the clock tap-dancing on the wall, or the tap spitting in the kitchen sink, or even the slightest buzz that old tube lights tend to make when they are made to run for too long, I dont like it ... this much quiet. No, that much quiet. The Silence of being alone and that of loneliness speak in such different languages.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 08:14:20 +0000
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