Jael Courtney Wolz Smith

(08/0/1985 / Joliet Il)

Silence has fallen


Now I sit here only the passage of the air from the exhalation of breath a white noise in the silence. Silence has fallen and the rhythmic beating of the heart a reminder life is abound, the steady pulse in my ears. I am alone yet I am not alone, despite the lack of anyone in the room, the silence is a life of it's own. It pulses with the beat of a heart beat in the ears, breaths with the rustle of air with each exhale, and speaks in a deafening voice. Silence has fallen to remind me that I am truly not alone, even when no voice speaks.

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

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  • Hardik Vaidya (3/23/2013 11:05:00 PM)

    Exceptionally well written a prose that looks like poetry. I loved reading this Jael Courtney Wolz Smith (Report) Reply

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