There’s this silence; one where you don’t hear anything and it’s quite relaxing

But there’s a stillness so quiet that you can hear everything, so quiet that you can hear the alarms ring

The kind that echos all of your hushed thoughts and reminds you of all you forgot

That awakens all the feelings you’ve put to rest and reprimanded for being a pest

There’s a pause button on the things you don’t want to see, but there’s no delete key

You want to turn up because you feel it all coming down and pray you’ll find a place you can’t be found

But you can’t lock them out because you’re the stranger in your mind, and they’ll always find a way even if you don’t make time