Streets are silent.
Sounds inside her get unbearable.
It takes a lot of strength to pretend everything is fine, when it’s not.
She feels the ground beneath and thanks the skies – she is still standing on her own two feet.
She just needs courage to walk out and run – breathing in the silence, and letting it seep through her existence – till peace reigns.
It doesn’t matter if she falls somewhere. She will get up and move again, or just meet her end – of her own independent will.
It doesn’t matter if the silence is life or death … it is needed.