It took shapes; wild turns and
then found a spot to rest. It stained the clear white sheet of paper
underneath, making its way to the edge and then slowly dripped on the floor,
drop by drop, blot by blot. The dark ink of silence had finally started to spread
across Victor’s mind. In his half-conscious state, this all seemed too familiar
to him; the faithful non- moving objects in his vicinity, the occasional
guzzling sound of high speed vehicles rushing past his window over a highway
nearby and those familiar sounds in his head. The sounds that never said anything but
made waves in his body to make him realize the omni-present silence around him.
Victor was by no means a person
craving for social contact. If he could, he would rather turn each living soul
into a pixelated image in his mind and talk to it like an inanimate object. Don’t
get me wrong, he was not a loner either. He was rather someone who found peace
in being alone. The only problem now was,
he knew the price he would have to pay to embrace this dark mistress of cold,
shrugged silence again, who although would reward him with his peace but will take everything
else he has to offer in return.
With such thoughts in mind,
Victor woke up from the bed, his mind still waving around with the echoes of
silence and then went on to his dresser. Opening the closet, he seemed like
searching for something, probably a mask to cover his rotten soul and start his
day in the normal world.
