The sound of furniture creaking, a tap at the window, then silence.....

A rustling outside, the gust of wind blowing the leaves of the trees so I can hear their sound.....then silence.

It is a terrifying thing to be alone. Although I very much look forward to my freedom, to be able to spread my wings like a bird and finally be myself if only with myself....I fear silence.

Silence has always been something that scares me, I feel as if anything can happen. The tapping of a window makes me twitch because I'm frightened at what may come. Whenever I lay in bed at night with no one else around, I feel unsafe. I'm scared that if I close my eyes, something may come get me. It is a childish fear but a fear nonetheless, something I've never really shared before. I'm also scared that the complete silence that awaits me in the future may be the key to finally unlock the door to insanity. I'm scared that once I step through...I may never return.

Silence is a scary thing, but it is something we must all face. For some it may be comforting, to some it may bring peace, to others deep emotional thoughts, but to me.....it's only something to be afraid of. No matter how much I crave to be free, I fear silence....