Silence

My head is a busy place.

There's always a ton of thoughts zipping around,

Trying to organize them and failing.

There's always a song stuck in my head

Because I live with music

In music

I embody it.

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My brain is silent.

I don't have any thoughts.

A single emotion

Is all that's there

And I feel hollow

Useless.

There isn't any music in my head

And I need there to be.

I need a song.

To fill my heart with other people's problems.

I want to run away from my own.

Silence

But the worst possible kind.