DISCLAIMER: i have not gone mad, this is an inspiration i had, and i imagine writing as the character from a novel.


the silence...
when i am alone...
it drives me... crazy.
such...
oppressiveness...
like the walls are closing in on me..

when every whisper of wind...
every rustling of my clothes against my skin...
every creaking of the chair i sit on...
as if someone... someone... is telling me something...
talking to me...

such whispers...

the tapping, whispering, ruffling, shuffling, rustling, swishing, scratching, ticking, clicking, creaking, flicking, flipping

it
drives
me
crazy.

it makes me want to cover my ears and SHOUT TO DROWN OUT SUCH NOISE SUCH PRESSURE CLOSING IN SUCH WHISPERINGS AND INSINUATIONS AND PRESENCE.

WHY WONT THEY LEAVE ME ALONE.