Comments on post titled The deafening sound of your silence, keeps me awake whole night. The night no longer serves its purpose. It's the time when the anxiety starts, when the lips start to shake and tears build up real quick to be absorbed by the pillow with the one hand over the breaking heart and the other on the mouth making sure not make any sound, benting a little more trying to suck it all inside but it hurts too much to hold it in. And suddenly it all stops, the looming pain of emptiness and the realisation of losing the self completely sink in, nothing matters, everything goes numb and blank like a newly bought canvas which awaits its owner to fill it with his favourite colors...🖤🙂 (updated 37 months ago) | Damadam