Alone, trapped in a room. No windows, no door, just a plain, tiny wooden chair in the middle. Enough exists to sit down or walk around but always stuck inside. Breathing in the stale air.
Sounds begin, just random musings. Constantly playing over and over again. Nothing can be seen, only heard. The loud ramblings of ridiculous conversations, kids yelling, school noises, news feed, water dripping, cars revving, celebrities speeches, movies playing, babies crying, Netflix shows on rerun. . .constant, never-ending chatter. Silence ceases to exist.
I start to listen, because that’s all I can do. Being able to talk back to the sounds as if it’s a fucking conversation but somewhere deep inside you know it’s not. That one tiny thought so fleeting, its existence so minute, it evaporates instantly. The noises, they become your only friends and you can no longer identify with yourself because thoughts do not exist.