silence

The winter was surely on it’s way. I think everyone knew it. But there wasn’t much left of us, well, not as much as there used to be.

It happened earlier in the year, around the time when the leaves turned an ashy shade of orange and began to fall from the very trees that they had once blossomed from.

The streets eventually became deserted, shops began to close down, more houses were up for sale, either that, or they had been quietly abandoned.

School days were slower too. The teachers began to speak in a monotone and lessons didn’t make sense any more. The majority of the students were absent and recess soon became a silent experience where people began to sit in the company of themselves.

Something wasn’t right. This whole year had been a rather awkward session.

Even the television programs weren’t as amusing as they used to be. Where did all the enthusiasm and humor go? It was quite bland, and the fact that our television came up in black and white didn't help either.

So I decided to read a book, which brought me back to here, in thinking mode. The book was a rather unfortunate story, sadly, my favorite character in the book had just committed suicide so I found no use in finishing it.

Sometimes I like to sit there, in the corner of my bedroom, in the darkness, surrounded by pure silence, and I let Mother Nature take me to another place, which is somewhat a quiet paradise. This is my time to wander zone, where I set my mind free, to discover things I did not ever recognize or notice. In the darkness, you’ll find, as gloomy as it seems, there is a bit of peace to it, a sort of, humble environment.

Perhaps, over the cold months of this year, perhaps nothing has changed in this town, perhaps the people here are still the same, and perhaps the streets were never as crowded as I thought they were, perhaps school was always slow, perhaps the television was never an amusing thing to watch, perhaps the book was only a silly coincidence, and perhaps… perhaps it’s just me.

What’s the point anymore?

Silence surrounds me, the lamp flickers a dim light, and I believe it will die out soon.

My parents are always busy, and I couldn’t blame them, however, it was their decision to work in this dead place.

Boredom, maybe that is all it is - a long phase of utter boredom.