I live with the silence because I have no choice. All options
are off the table. There aren’t even breadcrumbs to follow any more, forcing me
to swallow my pride, even when I’m sometimes still lost in a fog, of my own
making.
The silence in some ways is comforting, after the shrill sounds
that once assailed me, no sharp sword hangs over my head.
I am left to guess what goes on, and if there is any logic
to any of it, life without seeing the big picture, just the pixels, like pieces
of a puzzle I can’t possible put together right.
Silence is all there is. I am deaf, dumb and blind, living in
isolation, accepting as my fate
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