It used to claw at my mind and scratch my skin raw,
leaving me with grime under my fingernails and a heavy conscience.
I drowned it out with rising levels and forgot my existence-
or at least tried to.
I dreaded it, finding solace in only others
never my own body,
for I was not my home before.
but silence now beckons me
sometimes I still ache for presence but the existence of absence is an existence in itself and I know that now, I know I have too much left to learn about the world and what it offers and the first step is to welcome myself into it. liberating.
Ironically, I’m putting music in a post inspired by silence. Here are some songs I found recently that I’ve been loving.