“Silence is a Great Healer”

 

 

Raindrops pelted onto the rooftops for miles

Cars sped by with groaning engines

The thoughts of the world whispered in people’s heads

All was amplified by heightened senses

 

My head throbbed from the vibrations

Each one coming at me in consecutive waves

Eardrums protested with pain-filled screams

The shock of it was insurmountable

Claustrophobia in my own head

 

If all of sound were to cease, molecules would have to freeze

Raindrops could not fall

Cars could not drive

Whispers would not exist

A static existence would be a silent one

 

For molecules to not move, forces must stop

Gravity throughout the universe could not exist

Energy sources would deplete

Planets would stop spinning

All motion of the universe would end

 

The absence of silence would be no great ailment

For life thrives on sound

A mere headache is a small price for life

The lack of sound is only a misperception

Infrasonic and ultrasonic waves exist without knowledge of the listener

 

Unnoticed vibrations are more menacing than the noticed

It is the extremes that bring harm to the ignorant

Silence is only an illusion

Sound is always in existence

Silence does not heal, because it does not exist

 

 

I like blueberries.

Blueberries are pretty much the best thing ever, next to cranberries.  There are blueberry scones, yogurt, pie, and sauce.  You can eat them raw or cooked.  They can be in cereal and pancakes.  Last night I dreamed of blueberries.  I opened the fridge to find three containers of them.  Mom said that I could not have any because she wanted them.  Then I told her that there is no point in eating cereal without blueberries.  It was a very short, very odd dream.