Free Association Exercise: Silence is Death

There is a tickle in my throat, it comes with silence.  Not the kind of lonely silence that comes with being by myself, but being quiet in the presence of others when NOISE would scream INAPPROPRIATE.  That itch feels like a need, a hunger, an urge to break the silence and open up the room to NOISE once again.  NOISE is caustic but comforting, it is ever present even it our most hostile attempts to conquer it.  Our heartbeats ring out the tune of life though we ignore it, air rushes in and out of our lungs though we hardly notice the breadth of breath.  Our very guts churn with sluggish outcries to be heard.  We are never silent even in unconsciousness, and when we no longer echo out brash calls against boorish silence, we will no longer live. Silence is Death, silence is the end of all things, the darkness has a voice and it whispers with quiet soundless impotence.  So I’ll cough away the end of life and open my lungs to breathe and DIGEST every morsel of raucous lividity and tomorrow when I wake I’ll turn on the music again.