• Its one of those many nights I cant sleep. When I close my eyes my body aches, my mind races, my pulse fluctuates, the entire world shakes beneath my bare feet, but when I open my eyes the world is still, deadly silent even. The low hum of the ceiling fan is my only comfort in a world so silent it would make anyone insane. Now darkness creeps and takes me to a dreamland that will show me things I wont understand but are in my mind nonetheless. Sleep is my escape and my curse from a world so silent.