I've never been one to sleep in silence. The mummurs of conversation from a stream or a playlist serenade me in bed. To be unaccompained to my dreams is a fate often met with consequence. So I refuse to live in a world without noise. This isn't a saviour though. Sometimes I feel as if I've woken up, although the world around me is hushed. only a faint ringing can be heard if I speak. My words meaningless to those around me. Before long these dreams evolved. A mouth sewn shut, experiences untold. A soul not worth remembering. Unexpressive, hopeless, choking on saliva and tears. To look at my glassy impression in every reflection and see her. Is she worth love?
"It happened again. I know dreams where you can't shout are common, but this was different. I couldn't even hear anything, not even the music I fell asleep to. Just this ringing..."
"...They coudn't hear me! Not because I wasn't speaking. My mouth felt glued over. My tongue just kept hitting a fleshy wall. I wasn't alone, but ███ didn't care. I know she does and yet these dreams are convinced of a different story..."
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