around 2 in the morning, i awoke to the sound of silence. no kidding. the air felt tense, like it was waiting for something, a precedent to something big. mere seconds later, there was a booming clap of thunder, so intense and uninhibited that it felt like my heart skipped a beat and the house was shaking. once the roaring stopped, the sky opened up to a flood of rain.
whenever i am in the midst of fear, aside from the sweaty palms, racing pulse, and impulse to curl into the fetal position, there's the impending sense of doom that is somehow more frightening than the fear itself. it's the isolated anticipation, the not knowing that alarms me. silence, in a way, can be loud and most disturbing.
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