Nothing is ever silent.

 

Cars clamor. Birds shriek. Dogs whine. People blare. Sirens flare—so many sirens.

 

Always fast, never ceasing. Going nowhere and everywhere, always receding never completing, constantly depleting the safety of a precarious existence.

Tragedy becomes reality. Accident sleeps restlessly. Pain seeps out of nightmares. It all blends together into one incohesive symphony.

 

Silence.

 

So empty. Devoid of color and excitement. Static in a world that is overtly dynamic.

 

There is peace in silence, but it is peace I don’t want.

 

There is comfort in distress, in the loud intrusive sirens. There are no rules in distress, in chaos and imbalance.

 

There is only freedom. Dirty, grimy, ugly freedom. Freedom to hurt, to learn, to ache, to grow.

 

Freedom recedes into the distance with the sirens. All that is left, all that remains.

 

Silence. Silence in the city of my mind.